Fatal

Fatal - Times Wastin' lyrics

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 Verse one

You can't even picture tho'

Examplesand shit ya wrote

I run up on ya faggot ass fastand slit ya throat

Carry my weight like luggagemy bone is thuggish ruggish

It's on from stormI'm wearin' the teflon vest

Rest in born in rubbishfree spotsand ez spots

Rock like holly mzotsone of the top notches of the block

And I hardly touch my pz knotsthree point five

Thirtys doin' dirty twenty fiveto glit money live

I fliptell'em shit to nix

Hang ya picturethrow'em all that

Sippin' on thatyou ain't hard that

Ahyou fallin' to buildin'

I'm like where's ya heart at

I'm lack as communcationsto the nation I wanna talk

Cuzbitch wuz born to hawkwon't slove ya town

And get torn aparttimes wastin'



Chorus

[singer]- it's the life that you livewhen your hangin' on

Bein' a thugand you tryin' to get you shit off

How do you do it? how do you swing it? (2x)



[fatal talkin' over chorus]

It's no way out the game

You can't see it



Verse two

The devil don't want me yetso I pack teks

Writin' out my willwit a black cease a rep

I handle micslike hardaway

And never get strippedbust ya boy shit

When he ridin' on my dick

Nigga ya foulin' outhackin' me wit the wack rhymes

Grabin' ya nineshootin' scared tryin' snatch mine

I murder niggazlike you on the humble tip

And use murderin' alcuz he don't bull shit

They scared of meso they ran and got they homies

Thinkin' the tendarooniesfatal dogI'll lonely

Fuck mejust stuck me like you wanna love

I play every co'naand ain't a damn nigga stuck me

I'm fresh out of jailand caught a body on a hoe

Beatin' down slowcuz you niggazdon't know



Chorus (2x)



Verse three

Immortal outlawcome hold a mack elevensouth board

My clout boardI'm clockin' spots down south soar

I'm bad companythese cats be huntin' me

Frontin'and say they dumped at me

But scared to smoke a bluntI dump on three and act quick

Have shitin ma jacketbullet burn like acid

When I fireand rapidyou can take it from the block

I'll be glockin' till I dropa deuce deuce

On my bootswit the chocolateon top

I can't be stopedwiled like alnamed kadafi

Nigga watch metold me these streets iz black hockey

Told me I'll play the goaliewit the four four caliber

Slipt ya mellon like galierwhen I rip this bumpin up out of ya

Leaven hotter then scornshot spots and co'nas

Don't say I ain't wantedwhen you be got you'll be co'ned

These streets ain't half steppin'they got weapons for ain't shady

If you ain't shelledlatelythey got places for public safetytimes wastin'



Chorus (4.5x)                      
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