- Hussein Fatal Times Wastin 歌詞
- Hussein Fatal
- Verse one
You cant even picture tho
examples and ******t ya wrote
I run up on ya ****** ass fast and slit ya throat
carry my weight like luggage my bone is thuggish ruggish
its on from storm Im wearin the teflon vest
rest in born in rubbish free spots and Ez spots
rock like Holly Mzots one of the top notches of the block
and I hardly touch my Pz knots three point five
thirtys doin dirty twenty five, to glit money live
I flip, tellem ******t to Nix
hang ya picture, throwem all that
sippin on that, you aint hard that
ah, you fallin to buildin
Im like wheres ya heart at
Im lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk
Cuz, *** *** wuz born to hawk, wont slove ya town
and get torn apart, times wastin
Chorus
(Singer)- Its the life that you live, when your hangin on
bein a thug , and you tryin to get you ******t off
how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x)
(Fatal talkin over chorus)
Its no way out the game
you cant see it
Verse two
The devil dont want me yet, so I pack teks
writin out my will, wit a black cease a rep
I handle mics, like Hardaway
and never get stripped, bust ya boy ******t
when he ridin on my ******
***** ya foulin out, hackin me wit the wack rhymes
grabin ya nine, shootin scared tryin snatch mine
I murder *****z, like you on the humble tip
and use murderin Al, cuzhe dont bull ******t
they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies
thinkin the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, Ill lonely
***** me, just stuck me like you wanna love
I play every cona , and aint a damn ***** stuck me
Im fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe
beatin down slow, cuz you ** ***z, dont know
Chorus (2x)
Verse three
Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board
my clout board, im clockin spots down south soar
Im bad company, these cats be huntin me
frontin, and say they dumped at me
but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick
have ******t, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid
when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block
Ill be glockin till I drop, a deuce deuce
on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top
I cant be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi
***** watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey
told me Ill play the goalie, wit the four four caliber
slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya
leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and conas
dont say I aint wanted, when you be got youll be coned
these streets aint half steppin , they got weapons for aint shady
if you aint shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin
Chorus (4.5x)
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