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(You know what you be?) |
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[Hussein Fatal] |
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You be like the type that come at me |
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And shoot one at me, |
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Tryna set it, |
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Then get another nigga to dead it |
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Outlaws we 'trol heat |
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Ya cold feet remain frozen |
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As Hussein show thieves |
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That got our own name stolen |
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I'm Hussein, |
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Flyin' down 95 in two lanes |
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Wearin' fitted and blue chain |
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The one out of these two thangs |
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Hustle or be hustled, |
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Tussle and these tough |
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They sheaths hunt you down |
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When you around and ya knees buckle |
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Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up |
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An' got ya cop shot up, |
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Came to shook shop up |
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I took money, gave 'em horror |
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Recruit crooks for me |
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Keep my finger on strap, |
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'Til the gat looked ugly |
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I mash fast illy |
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G-packers get bagged silly |
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We pack mac millis |
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You know the science for that |
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These niggas tryna rap |
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When I spit it like I'm committed |
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Wid triple and double digits |
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Bag whatever bubble wid it |
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All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk |
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Wid the war you ball way |
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Either way you playin' ya partner |
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Watch me bop down ya block |
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Wid my suit and chocolates |
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On some Deathrow Pac shit |
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Outlaw Kadaf shit, I got this, |
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I let you know you playin' yourself |
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Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke |
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You might be bangin' yaself |
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Talk that crew shit, |
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I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit, |
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Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit |
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Confucious, run deep from Jerz, |
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Right off clue shit |
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Makaveli shit still bangin' |
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Y'all shoulda knew this |
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Y'all niggas gon' ride or die |
