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(Fatal: talking) |
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O.N.S. in this mother fucker |
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We got The Plague in this mother fucker |
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The Pentagon in this mother fucker |
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(Verse 1: Fatal) |
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Around these blocks |
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You know these hot glocks |
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Cock till you drop |
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All you wanna-be cops |
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You don't wanna see shots |
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I beef deep with the police |
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Beat what the streets do to me |
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Actin all new to me |
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I'll creep on you like puberty |
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You don't wanna see the bad image |
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Of this primace |
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From here to East Crems |
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Through every state with a sentence |
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Frozen weight in a couther |
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Six plates to soup ya |
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On due we always cruise |
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Right by the state troopers |
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When I'm drinkin with Sal |
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I start thinkin 'bout Al |
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Ricardi coverin my body |
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At the rink when I wow |
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I bag a hotty or two |
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This but a shotty for you |
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I got more bodies than Drew |
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I drink mine naughty or new |
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Fuck your crew |
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This type of shit we do for a petty hobby |
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Fuck the whole world |
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This Fatal dawg against everybody (It's on) |
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Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard |
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Outlaw, Outlaw, we rate these breaks |
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That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take |
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(Verse 2: Merciless X) |
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It's the merciless X |
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Like Malcolm |
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Black as a falcon |
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How many shots I left depressed in your chest |
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I wasn't countin |
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But your back exploded (blaw!) |
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I episoded, with the weapon loaded |
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Let the next opponent |
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Get possessed with this merciless omen |
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The coldest crome to your dome |
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Sewn and holdin it's own |
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Let the barrel announce my ferocity |
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Twist spacious velocities |
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For haters watchin me |
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Make your block an atrocity |
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Break you down microscopic |
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Only doctors see, what the topic be |
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Drama through your armor |
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Bustin my two through your school of piranhas |
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My soldiers disapprove of your honor |
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We close captives, no conclusions |
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Let the revolver solve it |
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Evolve in this evolution |
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We shootin and pollutin |
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(Chorus: Fatal) |
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Pass the heat |
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And let me wave it in the air (air) |
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Guns bust, cowards fall |
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Niggaz just don't care (care) |
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To my Lord I swear |
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We ain't never playin fair (fair) |
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On the streets you can't sleep |
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When the Outlawz there |
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I know it's rainin on your block nigga (nigga) |
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You can't quit it |
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And you're prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga) |
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You shouldn't of did it |
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On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death) |
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Still thuggin on the streets (yeah) |
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Cause we the last ones left |
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(Verse 3: Mac Mall) |
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I take this thug shit seriously |
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Bought dirty gats with dope money |
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ATF can't fuck with me |
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My soldiers be |
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All there quiet |
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I'm holdin my crotch |
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Sippin henne nigga |
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You're life or you're not |
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Thug Life my life |
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It don't stop |
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It's never too hot |
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And when I die I greet haze with glocks |
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Young Crazy Californians |
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Postin bout six in the mornin |
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On a quest to take the breath of my opponent |
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Them alls can't live |
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My cousins invite guns in they crib |
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Honey I'm home |
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Now nigga you're gone |
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Your bitch sing them songs |
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Like baritones to the rollers |
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When I saw her, I dumped on her |
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Like I supposed to |
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Now tell me what's funk without a mob year |
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And tell me what's a shrow without a witness |
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I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs |
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From C.A. to N.J. Mac Mall be outlaws |
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(Verse 4: Fatal) |
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Vocally undestructible |
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Your crew ain't got enough |
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To go clip to clip |
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When we shootin out on the strip |
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Cause I'm untouchable |
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I'll blast your |
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Chest through your back with Kastro |
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Oh you ain't scared? |
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What the fuck you walkin so fast for? |
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Is you with me or against me |
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Don't run up on me and tempt me |
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To have your faggot ass bagged |
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Like a mother fuckin empty |
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And simply vengeance of dogs |
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We gets a real nigga |
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Let me borrow your bitch |
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And watch me go and chill with her |
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On a rise no lie |
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Go against me and die |
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Baby gated like a hive |
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On the side of me with a nine |
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Believe me |
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This shit makes circumstances much more devious |
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My murderous material |
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Got shorties livin mischievous |
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Smokin em is the easiest |
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The hard part is dealin with the fact |
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That I made it through rap |
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And gotta go back to killin |
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Cause broke niggaz be illin |
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Wantin money for a shoot or somethin |
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But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin |
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(Chorus) |
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(Fatal: Talking) |
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Yeah, we doubt y'all cause we Outlaws |
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You better know breakin it all |
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Tappin your pocket and your jaw |
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In one swing nigga |
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Merciless X, Fatal Hussein, nigga |
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This ain't no game |
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We re-arrange your whole frame |
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Word is born, all y'all niggaz better maintain |
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I leave a chain of blood stains |
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Represent, never hesitant |
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All we out for is fuckin dead presidents |
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What? Hah, what? Yeah, it ain't hard to find |
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Out with Nicco Storm and it's on |
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Droppin bombs like Vietnam |
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What you niggaz want? |
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Fatal Hussein all seven |
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You niggaz better know we pledgin |
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And that's my word, Pentagon |
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And I'm in this on |