Fatal
Fatal - Getto Star lyrics
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[tame one] Wait'll niggaz hear that tame and fatal got down and made it straight From uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background Stop stressin from the chest upwe messed up Off that best stuff that fits up in yo' dutch Situation like thisyou get blown to bits Fuckin with this brick lyricistmore complex than the pyramids Here it isstrictly biz like small print In between them bong hitswe drop the strong shit Chickenheads say"who him? " with fucked up timb's Knotty fro and baggy denimsspendin up the benjamins In city tenamentsthe boom skwadron odd man Don't give a fuck like rodman ("what are you doing? ") With no rings like patrick ewing ("what? ") Still I play hard regardless Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless Aimin for your braintame oneone of the darkest Brown like the chocolatepoppin your metropolis Chorus: fatal hussein Around my wayall they do is shoot dice all day Escapin secret indictmentsgettin nice all day Don't let em fold yaoutlawzthe getto star soldiers Give this letter to the presidentbefore this shit is over (repeat 2x) [fatal hussein] When hussein aimputtin they brains on walls like tame name Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain Y'all plain jane's gel in the ? well's? county of sing-sing Me and young noblegot em strung hold em for hostage Lyrics verbally toxicspit like doubled edged optics My shit is milkwearin silk shirts with chocolates Y'all broke and can't cop shitI getphysically fit On some evil eye ready to die shit This thug shitniggaz get beat down and shot up I saw this one niggaget stolen on and your soul got up Stolen carroll past the bartoured a lot of city Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic You don't get itdon't got itthe love of money get exotic If you old you get shot atand can't walk the streets Without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot Chorus [fatal hussein] We adapt to the system like ? eddie bap? on mission Get an ounce of izmtwo six-packsand kid listen Just a dip on the taskmy little niggaz on the ave Do a bid and laughcome home and cop a half Hit me with twenty hundredwhat you got was fronted Now run itI got this fuckin drug spot where I want it So don't be dissin newwhen you ain't got shit to do Five thousand dollarscharge freeright out municipal [tame one] Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws Toss you to the outlawzthen let them shoot it out For what you clock for -- got more than you expected When I inject correct shitit gets hectic Fuckin comin up with that next shitthug niggaz and bugged niggaz Luce? steel is tightI'm straight up like midnight We burn mics on turnpikeswe swervin through the lanes We throw chains at bitchesit's back to new jeru to get these riches Chorus