Whats Ya Life Worth? Lyrics - Singles - Fatal

[Bell] 

[whispers of Outlaw] 

[Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die 

stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk 

a real nigga will pick the time, to go what 

Verse one 

Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy 

give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus 

on the floor spreadin', like diseases 

sippin' the Henny, who say cool lockin' the Semi 

Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts 

you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in 

know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch 

name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) 

it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon) 

get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon) 

protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty 

layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi 

cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear 

like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear 

shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere 

wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state 

tryin' come up in this world, 'cause it's money to make 

laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? 

so maybe six feet, will make the raps better 

Chorus [Fatal] 

Whats ya life worth? more then a beef 

when you got heat, and til scared of the streets 

how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause 

wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars 

Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin' 

wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin 

my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond 

if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x) 

Verse two 

What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em 

the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em 

ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for 

in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce 

'cause, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin' 

alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin' 

I got these thugs, and hotties knowin' 

haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags, 

and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ? 

I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and 

Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero 

watch me, streets is black hockey 

their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me 

Chorus 

Verse three 

Back to back, doin' niggas like this 

when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip 

Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible 

I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack 

so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation 

blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation 

allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement 

ready for cold war, but I remain pateint 

my sustained, station, name takin' 

for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin' 

makin' a switch, from tricks to rich 

clips to bricks, wit slow dipps 

turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded 

toted an broke click, you need a light? 

I'm a type, that you can smoke dick 

rock a crew, down to ? 

like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein 

jackin' planes, back to ? 

through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal 

new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill 

shot and spin I, wit you got is men I 

she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I 

rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter 

through ya crewshea, devils desire 

Chorus 1/2