Outlaws Lyrics - Singles - Fatal

[fatal - talking] 

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