Intro * Lyrics - Singles - Fatal

[After about a minute of mixing] 

[Bomb explosions, gun shots] 

(You know what you be?) 

[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 Khadaf 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