Fatal - Intro * Lyrics
[after about a minute of mixing][bomb explosions, gun shots](you know what you be? )[fatal]You be like the type that come at meAnd shoot one at me,Tryna set it,Then get another nigga to dead itOutlaws we trol heatYa cold feet remain frozenAs hussein show thievesThat got our own name stolenIm hussein,Flyin down 95 in two lanesWearin fitted and blue chainThe one out of these two thangsHustle or be hustled,Tussle and these toughThey sheaths hunt you downWhen you around and ya knees bucklePopped up, whopped up, glock *****ed upAn got ya cop shot up,Came to shook shop upI took money, gave em horrorRecruit crooks for meKeep my finger on strap,til the gat looked uglyI mash fast illyG-packers get bagged sillyWe pack mac millisYou know the science for thatThese niggas tryna rapWhen I spit it like Im committedWid triple and double digitsBag whatever bubble wid itAll yall gon do is be talkin while I walkWid the war you ball wayEither way you playin ya partnerWatch me bop down ya blockWid my suit and chocolatesOn some deathrow pac shitOutlaw khadaf shit, I got this,I let you know you playin yourselfAint seein a damn bit ah cokeYou might be bangin yaselfTalk that crew shit,Im knowin already who aint gon do shit,Pack one nasty new wid, a lil bit of blue shitConfucious, run deep from jerz,Right off clue shitMakaveli shit still banginYall shoulda knew thisYall niggas gon ride or die
