[Featuring Tame One]

[Tame One]

Wait'll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight

from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background

Stop stressin from the chest up, we messed up

off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch

Situation like this, you get blown to bits

Fuckin with this Brick lyricist, more complex than the Pyramids

Here it is, Strictly Biz like small print

In between them bong hits, we drop the strong shit

Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with fucked up Timb's

Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins

in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man

Don't give a fuck like Rodman ("What are you doing?")

With no rings like Patrick Ewing ("What?")

still I play hard regardless

Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless

Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest

Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis

Chorus: Fatal Hussein

Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day

Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day

Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers

Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over

(repeat 2X)

[Fatal Hussein]

When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name

Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain

Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing

Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage

Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics

My shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolates

Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit

on some evil eye ready to die shit

This Thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up

I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up

Stolen c