[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