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[Bell]
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[whispers of Outlaw]
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[Fatal] Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die
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stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk
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a real nigga will pick the time to go what
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Verse one
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Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy
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give me feet if your crucified like you was Jesus
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on the floor spreadin' like diseases
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sippin' the Henny who say cool lockin' the Semi
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Automatic niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts
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you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in
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know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch
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name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it)
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it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
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get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)
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protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty
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layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi
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cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear
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like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear
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shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere
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wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state
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tryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to make
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laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
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so maybe six feet, will make the raps better
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Chorus [Fatal]
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Whats ya life worth? more then a beef
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when you got heat, and til scared of the streets
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how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause
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wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars
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Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'
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wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
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my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond
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if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x)
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Verse two
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What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em
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the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em
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ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for
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in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce
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cuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin'
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alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin'
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I got these thugs, and hotties knowin'
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haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags,
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and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ?
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I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and
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Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero
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watch me, streets is black hockey
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their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me
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Chorus
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Verse three
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Back to back, doin' niggas like this
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when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip
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Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible
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I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack
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so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation
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blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation
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allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement
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ready for cold war, but I remain pateint
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my sustained, station, name takin'
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for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin'
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makin' a switch, from tricks to rich
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clips to bricks, wit slow dipps
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turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded
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toted an broke click, you need a light?
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I'm a type, that you can smoke dick
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rock a crew, down to ?
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like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein
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jackin' planes, back to ?
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through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal
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new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill
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shot and spin I, wit you got is men I
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she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I
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rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter
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through ya crewshea, devils desire
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Chorus 1/2
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Whats Ya Life Worth?
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Fatal Hussein |