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[whispers of
[Fatal]- Yall don't wanna die
stop all that bull frontin' and all that talk
a nigga will pick the time, to go what

one
Kadafi like the lyrical hezzy
give me feet if crucified, like you was Jesus
on the floor spreadin', diseases
sippin' the Henny, who say cool lockin' the
Automatic, niggas like acrobatics, when static erupts
you stuck, wit no bucket to piss in
know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a
glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it)
it's like a moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
get cooked up, like in a spoon(spoon)
protect body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty
it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi
cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' niggas head gear
like I'm county bound, wilin' from to to tear
shootin' and popluting, ya
wit crates and waste, through the fuckin' state
tryin' come up in world, 'cause it's money to make
laid to forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
so maybe six feet, will the raps better

[Fatal]
Whats ya life more then a beef
you got heat, and til scared of the streets
how you gonna it wit ya body, lost and cause
wit cha soul, departin' slow, still for the stars

Some times, I feel I'm a dead man walkin'
wake up and cold sweats, and see in a coffin
my life is hunted, I'm and fond
if my stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x)

two
What the fuck you think this is? up everybody spread'em
the first muthafucker move, bird gotta wet'em
ain't gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for
in plus a muthafuckin' and bounce
'cause, I'm on type of shit, nobody be knowin'
alias Hussein, anybody to strange I'm blowin'
I got these thugs, and knowin'
haulin' ass, wit Daz, and bags,
and the ass of the showin', play the ?
I the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and
Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to
watch me, streets is black
their's rules in the game, that's let a cop top me

Verse
Back to back, doin' like this
when I get pissed, the hollow point rip
Thug Life, the type to a bible
I'm a swollow clips, follow nozle of the mack
so I don't miss, hesitation, not nuff retaliation
blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on
allagations the nation, so poor I'm in the basement
ready for cold war, but I remain
my sustained, station, takin'
for my rocks steady, ya fuckin' brain shakin'
a switch, from tricks to rich
clips to bricks, wit slow
turn in to hits, look at slowly, folded
toted an click, you need a light?
I'm a type, you can smoke dick
a crew, down to ?
like Makaveli, crack like Hussein
jackin' planes, to ?
through the crack of the ice, I surface a seal
new rap without, practice, do the rap without and chill
shot and I, wit you got is men I
she top droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I
fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter
through ya crewshea, devils

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