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[Bomb explosions, gun shots] (You know what you be?) [Hussein Fatal] You be like the type that come at me And shoot one at me, Tryna set it, Then get another nigga to dead it Outlaws we 'trol heat Ya cold feet remain frozen As Hussein show thieves That got our own name stolen I'm Hussein, Flyin' down 95 in two lanes Wearin' fitted and blue chain The one out of these two thangs Hustle or be hustled, Tussle and these tough They sheaths hunt you down When you around and ya knees buckle Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up An' got ya cop shot up, Came to shook shop up I took money, gave 'em horror Recruit crooks for me Keep my finger on strap, 'Til the gat looked ugly I mash fast illy G-packers get bagged silly We pack mac millis You know the science for that These niggas tryna rap When I spit it like I'm committed Wid triple and double digits Bag whatever bubble wid it All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk Wid the war you ball way Either way you playin' ya partner Watch me bop down ya block Wid my suit and chocolates On some Deathrow Pac shit Outlaw Kadaf shit, I got this, I let you know you playin' yourself Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke You might be bangin' yaself Talk that crew shit, I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit, Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit Confucious, run deep from Jerz, Right off clue shit Makaveli shit still bangin' Y'all shoulda knew this Y'all niggas gon' ride or die |
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(Airplane) Taking off
(Antoinette Roberson) Uh no, everyday in every way (Verse one) Gettin' paid, never caught in a raid you get sprayed, prayed over and laid down pump wit the pound, how that sound death befo it's time, it's pretty much the studio sound, wit the city touch I put dimes on ya, commit crime on ya when I get the drop, you got my shines on ya and deadly yacht, so I never get shot and this shit so hot, watch it resurrect 'pac I got more ways, then some niggas out of state and I just hate, when fake doppers throw ? on my dick, chillin' wit the bitch I ate tradin' my thirty-eight, for a fresh nickel plate It's a shooty thang, blowin' ya hood wit mighty bang wit the outlaws thugs, in the clubs, where hotties hang I know you know, give it up son, slow ya roll I throw'em slow, they gonna be the next flow (Chorus) (Antoinette Roberson) Everyday (Hussein Fatal) I bring it to yall, and never know yall when ya flip this shit, get thick the hollow points, run through ya this outlaw clout, got them thuggs odin' the slugs go seein', you cowards supposed to be in (Antoinette Roberson) Everynight (Verse 2) The whole shit, bring ya bold click I got a whole clip, I fold chips and blast, to leave ya sould rip money over bitches, til my casket drop I'm reservin' all you niggas, since I mashed with 'pac thugged out I'm dyin, Huessin the don It's all about the Benjies, why get friendly,semi nasty new, more then vary, blast ya crew more to bury, nigga what the dog in this, dog in this, what's the prob my outlaw thugs, on a mission to robb everyday, problems gettin' sloved kinda critical It's pitiful, all this shit political You wanna be a playa? let me show ya how You wanna be a thug? change ya style, blah walk pass ya ass, wit the house of ditty-ness when ya blast I laugh, like oh my god did he miss? cuz, yall kids fold cold, in all biz get money off small shit, hands off the ruff roll wit it so simple, we can kick it but get no mple co went the dilly, you droppin wit foes simple (Chorus) (Antoinette Roberson) Everyday, ahhha ahhha, everyday and everyway, ohhhhhhhhh ohhh (Backround) Everynigh(hold note) Everynight, said I'm tryin' to do whats right ahhhhhhh oohhhhhh (Verse three) Wilin', kinda play ya like Veit shine bomb on ya fake soilders, you know the time shine on ya like a rolly, you can't hold me number one parolly, catchin' hits like a goalie jump from jeerz, while New York gettin' money E-three-twenty, wit a down to die honey beef all ova, naw never in a millon years hold ya tears, put ya hands on the ceilin' cross ya over boss, and toss you off course bow down ya lost, droppin' Fatal tryin' floss do ya real dirty, when playas bein' tryin' to serve me throw the skirts in the air, give it up to jersey got mo you betta sip it, for the rowdy niggas get cha and hit cha, wit some shit ya peoples can't even picture a thug in the club, with a caliber snub I know you hate to throw it up, throw it up out of ya love (Chorus) (Antoinette Roberson) everyday and every way haayyyyyyy ahhhhhh yaaaa oh oh no (Backround) Everynight(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) every every night, let me hear ya say (Backround) Everyday(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Every day and in every way, yeahhhhhha (Backround) Everynight(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Everynight, said I'm tryin' to do whats right said I'm tryin' to do whats right (Backround) Everyday(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) everyday and every way yeahhhhhhhhha (Backround) Everynight(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Tryin to do whats right, can you feel me can you hear me, hear me say (Backround) Everyday(hold note) (Antoinette Roberson) Everyday(hold note) |
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(ALL)Who dat?, what?,
There they go, there they go There they go The same motherfuckers, You know nigga it's fuckin' Friday We doin' it like last Friday (Niggas ain't got shit to do) (So we gon' get fucked up) Who dat? (Verse 1 - Dirty Bert) Bert and Hussein, back to back now that's flammable Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some animals Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable Swervin' through Jerz emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull, Another breath of oxygen, Has is known for oxin' 'em Kool Kas' chrome be droppin' 'em, Killa Kane be lockin' Philipane Drip from a toxic tongue Get done wid it, Out of control like we begun wid it Bricks explode, licked you out the show Lyrics That nigga Bump did it I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and, Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor league shit Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Kadafi Bringin' the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me, In jail all that I can see provoking hell, Chokin' at a third rail velocity Obviously ya men have, been barkin' up the wrong tree Microphone strong deep bomb first Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me, The black clip's burnin' me The cat who act fraternity The landscape's redded, Fuck it ya man said it Ya shoulda never let it escape We won't wet it, Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew, Maestro can stand through, When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you (Hook - Dirty Bert) Ten out of ten No ya chance is a ninth We do jail wid no bail Losin' half of our life Livin' the life of the poor Losin' sight in the war You can slice it down precise Shit's trife around the board (Verse 2 - Smooth) We in this thing together Tryna build the same cheddar It's strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin' my waist A fake couldn't relate to, Drugs and honeys, My hugs are funny And thugs blow slugs for the money Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late nights Walkin' down New, you betta think twice This shit ain't right, It's all wrong, NARC's we slide on It ain't safe season Say it's strength in numbers We rolled the whole precint Rev the whip up, We live '98 stick-ups Loadin' clips up That flimsy ass vest we rip up New Jerz, come check us But don't test us Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus Act whatever, clap whatever When we clap we clap together Leavin' you cats on the stretcher O.N.S. and the Embassy, Outlawz and Pentagon If it ain't that, It ain't shit to me It ain't shit to me (Hook - Dirty Bert) Ten out of ten No ya chance is a ninth We do jail wid no bail Losin' half of our life Livin' the life of the poor Losin' sight in the war You can slice it down precise Shit's trife around the board (Verse 3 - Hussein Fatal) Fake lies, close ya eyes, Nigga die in the dark You little hip hop cop, Playin' spy in the park We turn schemes to cream Cause we fiend for green Wid the cops and streets watchin' Ain't no need to dream Codine my team, Full beam on ya knotty Killuminati to ya body Got mooned wid the shotti Getto star you for Amaru, Yak see you tomorrow, I know you here, These other niggas be like where are you? The Henny'll start you, Dirty ever semi I borrow, No confrontation or quarrel I can't shake up or startle The time taker Tying 'em up like Ron Baker Here to shake and break 'em down Like the LA Lakers I see through 'em Ain't no tellin' what I'ma bout to leave through 'em While he lay there I stay there While the paramedics'll breathe through him Squeeze through him, Put the E to him, hit 'em up He gon' lay there shakin' waitin' for y'all to pick him up Ya outta there, Quick as you squeal, I'll appeal It's kill or be killed, In this world of free steel Every crew's a game, Wearin' blues is strange From how you move you'll be named For what you doin' who you claim You might, think it's a game From bein' critically acclaimed A war winner for pitiful game Fuck wid Hussein (Verse 4 - Killa Black) From cops got our feet tired Everybody split up anybody get caught Son just keep quiet, These C's watchin' me, Two CDS' of armed robbery Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property, Keep to myself that's how I got to be, cats acknowledge me, For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology I'm realer than the cats that shot at me I think I'll probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties, My hollow ain't easy to swallow, Like them five dollar bottles, Kill or be killed's my motto, I do it cause I got to, I'ma, straight up commodity I thug in this society On the side ah me's my niggas that'll die for me Would you ride for me?, or get rode on? Been in this game so long I kick slick shit in every sentence Y'all have to grow on, Throughout my hard times my vision was blind Hustlin' dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me I ain't puttin' it in my rhymes You ain't worth it, Wid out contact I catch perfect, Had the heart in front of the crowd But in your eyes you nervous, Now start chirpin', The .38 special start squirtin' Leave two holes in ya shirt And put you on the side street hurtin', Now that's for talkin' out ya person, (Muthafuckaz) Fuckaz (Outro) Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein Aiyyo, (recognise) Tell somebody come get me (O.N.S., Outlaw) If not I'll be home in like 5 Hahahhahha Motherfuckin' Friday (Tick like time) For all y'all niggas that wanna fuck wit me Before my shit come out, It's about to drop too bitch, (Y'all don't know O.N.S nasty new) Hey Ric where the fuck the Henny at Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' three days in the Waker Ahaha, yo fuck that calender I ain't for that shit..... Yo A-rock man, (Moddy Bang) It's on for them niggas (Killa Black) Killa Black..... |
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I blow'em over wit the club scene try don for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs that love green one step behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam against all odds get cha Benz or rocks me and kada go against all fog dog from jeerz infotrate all herds my last words who gone blast and serve they told me never say never but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace |
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O.N.S. in this mother fucker We got The Plague in this mother fucker The Pentagon in this mother fucker (Verse 1: Fatal) Around these blocks You know these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here to East Crems Through every state with a sentence Frozen weight in a couther Six plates to soup ya On due we always cruise Right by the state troopers When I'm drinkin with Sal I start thinkin 'bout Al Ricardi coverin my body At the rink when I wow I bag a hotty or two This but a shotty for you I got more bodies than Drew I drink mine naughty or new Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world This Fatal dawg against everybody (It's on) Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard Outlaw, Outlaw, we rate these breaks That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take (Verse 2: Merciless X) It's the merciless X Like Malcolm Black as a falcon How many shots I left depressed in your chest I wasn't countin But your back exploded (blaw!) I episoded, with the weapon loaded Let the next opponent Get possessed with this merciless omen The coldest crome to your dome Sewn and holdin it's own Let the barrel announce my ferocity Twist spacious velocities For haters watchin me Make your block an atrocity Break you down microscopic Only doctors see, what the topic be Drama through your armor Bustin my two through your school of piranhas My soldiers disapprove of your honor We close captives, no conclusions Let the revolver solve it Evolve in this evolution We shootin and pollutin (Chorus: Fatal) Pass the heat And let me wave it in the air (air) Guns bust, cowards fall Niggaz just don't care (care) To my Lord I swear We ain't never playin fair (fair) On the streets you can't sleep When the Outlawz there I know it's rainin on your block nigga (nigga) You can't quit it And you're prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga) You shouldn't of did it On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death) Still thuggin on the streets (yeah) Cause we the last ones left (Verse 3: Mac Mall) I take this thug shit seriously Bought dirty gats with dope money ATF can't fuck with me My soldiers be All there quiet I'm holdin my crotch Sippin henne nigga You're life or you're not Thug Life my life It don't stop It's never too hot And when I die I greet haze with glocks Young Crazy Californians Postin bout six in the mornin On a quest to take the breath of my opponent Them alls can't live My cousins invite guns in they crib Honey I'm home Now nigga you're gone Your bitch sing them songs Like baritones to the rollers When I saw her, I dumped on her Like I supposed to Now tell me what's funk without a mob year And tell me what's a shrow without a witness I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs From C.A. to N.J. Mac Mall be outlaws (Verse 4: Fatal) Vocally undestructible Your crew ain't got enough To go clip to clip When we shootin out on the strip Cause I'm untouchable I'll blast your Chest through your back with Kastro Oh you ain't scared? What the fuck you walkin so fast for? Is you with me or against me Don't run up on me and tempt me To have your faggot ass bagged Like a mother fuckin empty And simply vengeance of dogs We gets a real nigga Let me borrow your bitch And watch me go and chill with her On a rise no lie Go against me and die Baby gated like a hive On the side of me with a nine Believe me This shit makes circumstances much more devious My murderous material Got shorties livin mischievous Smokin em is the easiest The hard part is dealin with the fact That I made it through rap And gotta go back to killin Cause broke niggaz be illin Wantin money for a shoot or somethin But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin (Chorus) (Fatal: Talking) Yeah, we doubt y'all cause we Outlaws You better know breakin it all Tappin your pocket and your jaw In one swing nigga Merciless X, Fatal Hussein, nigga This ain't no game We re-arrange your whole frame Word is born, all y'all niggaz better maintain I leave a chain of blood stains Represent, never hesitant All we out for is fuckin dead presidents What? Hah, what? Yeah, it ain't hard to find Out with Nicco Storm and it's on Droppin bombs like Vietnam What you niggaz want? Fatal Hussein all seven You niggaz better know we pledgin And that's my word, Pentagon And I'm in this on |
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(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 car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot Chorus (Fatal Hussein) We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the ave Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted Now run it, I got this fuckin drug spot where I want it So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got shit to do Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal (Tame One) Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out for what you clock for -- got more than you expected When I inject correct shit, it gets hectic Fuckin comin up with that next shit, Thug niggaz and bugged niggaz Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches Chorus |
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(Verse one) PYT, poor young thug, ? To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin' around town lookin' for this bitch to fuck, and if she can't hang she can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the fours and on floors, for enought talkin' cause wit big dresses no bra's, let me run it through ya stomach, baby thug life, down dirty and dumb from a cum and blunted up and down like a roller-coaster, let me hit it from the back, to you can relax from the over-doser I take my time baby, when you get ya clothes off doin' every thing in my power, to get the hoes off from back, I feel ya pains and aches, but Huessin can't wait who can play me? outdate, dime after dime love ain't for thugs, brown-nosin' niggas, nose dirty as the mud I get the real honeyz, I showed you how to chill honey the best dressed, respect me with the most real money (Chorus) (Singer) Take your time young thug (Fatal) Murder one cases, faces, chance (Singer) Cuz, you fall in love Lyrics (Fatal) Thug get the money, strip streets and drugs (Singer) Huessin takes away my aches and pains (Fatal) Criminal, ginaral is a dog Huessin (Singer) I'm here to tell you cuz, I have no shame (Fatal) And the way he toss it up, will never get me out the game (Singer) Wanna get a girl, who's down for mine (Fatal) Only ride for you, if you ride for me (Singer) The way he sticks it in, and takes his time (Fatal) Nasty new, PYT, dem come for free (Verse two) You know I love it, when you got the thong in when I stick it in, and take my time, sweetheart you all in baby girl, you make fade the world, tryin' get ya all the niggas wit, to confident I won't hit cha the wildest thug nigga, you can profile In combat, react, criminalies, on a ? I'll give you ya space, keep these punks out ya face put them hoes in place, tryin' play me like a ace ain't no tellin', who jellin', on or behind my back I just love it when you cum, cuz I get high and relax (Chorus) (Verse three) You want the cheddar, and when I go down sell my Bertta rock all my sweaters, and write nasty love letters thinkin' bout where I got my tat-tat, on the medal bars servin' them getto stars, wit a black mat I'm only mobbin' cuz I be, do a quick stick, hit a lick wit a trigger like a robbery, and stake honeyz make money the same way, them outlaw niggas from ya fake, hood take money |
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(Voice) Tell'em where you come in tell that fake nigga where you come in (Singer) oohhhh(hold note) (Voice) Yall bitch niggaz is jealous I see a whole bunch of suckers Verse one Won't you niggas take a look at a real thug and see why ya bitches get suspicious and peal slugs at me til the day I die high muthafucker tryin' to think of somethin' other then dyin' what the fuck could you do me? but laugh and diss stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope my dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope it's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay from escapade, profess you chest and laid put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash in other words, keep your shit cocked shootin' for cash Chorus (Singer)- Life ain't what, it used to be babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin' will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light? the world is changin' Verse two My next kin to crew, is a selected few if you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back in this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack are Russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all ? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all yall niggas goin' despice on me, makin' thugs out you suckas come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife so your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me I write a letter to my un-born child and tell my baby girl to smile for me Chorus Verse three Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's on they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you and it your folks hard, that Henny mix rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin' cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer look at her wiggle, and don't touch her must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her you ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch and ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched once she go thug, so always be thugged remember that son, all I want is action won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west got me packed and stressed, but through the pain all I'm tryin' to , is gain happiness why don't you niggas, take a look at a real thug and see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god Chorus Makaveli to don, Kadafi rest in peace (Makaveli to don) (Singer)- Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light the world is changin', ooohhhhh |
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