Bell]

[whispers of Outlaw]

[Fatal] Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die

stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk

a real nigga will pick the time to go what



Verse one

Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy

give me feet if your crucified like you was Jesus

on the floor spreadin' like diseases

sippin' the Henny who say cool lockin' the Semi

Automatic niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts

you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in

know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch

name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it)

it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)

get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)

protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty

layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi

cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear

like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear

shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere

wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state

tryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to make

laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground?

so maybe six feet, will make the raps better



Chorus [Fatal]

Whats ya life worth? more then a beef

when you got heat, and til scared of the streets

how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause

wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars



Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'

wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin

my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond

if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x)



Verse two

What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em

the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em

ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for

in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce

cuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin'

alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin'

I got these thugs, and hotties knowin'

haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags,

and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ?

I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and

Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero

watch me, streets is black hockey

their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me



Chorus



Verse three

Back to back, doin' niggas like this

when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip

Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible

I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack

so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation

blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation

allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement

ready for cold war, but I remain pateint

my sustained, station, name takin'

for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin'

makin' a switch, from tricks to rich

clips to bricks, wit slow dipps

turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded

toted an broke click, you need a light?

I'm a type, that you can smoke dick

rock a crew, down to ?

like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein

jackin' planes, back to ?

through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal

new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill

shot and spin I, wit you got is men I

she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I

rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter

through ya crewshea, devils desire



Chorus 1/2