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1. _ M.O.B.
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2. _ Take Your Time
[Singer]- Take your time young thug.
Verse one
PYT, poor young thug, ?
To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin' around town
lookin' for this bitch to fuck, and if she can't hang
she can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the fours
and on floors, for enought talkin' cause wit big dresses
no bra's, let me run it through ya stomach, baby
thug life, down dirty and dumb from a cum and blunted
up and down like a roller-coaster, let me hit
it from the back, to you can relax from the over-doser
I take my time baby, when you get ya clothes off
doin' every thing in my power, to get the hoes off
from back, I feel ya pains and aches, but Huessin can't wait
who can play me? outdate, dime after dime
love ain't for thugs, brown-nosin' niggas, nose dirty as the mud
I get the real honeyz, I showed you how to chill honey
the best dressed, respect me with the most real money
Chorus
[Singer]- Take your time young thug
[Fatal]- Murder one cases, faces, chance
[Singer]- 'cause, you fall in love
[Fatal]- Thug get the money, strip streets and drugs
[Singer]- Huessin takes away my aches and pains
[Fatal]- Criminal, ginaral is a dog Huessin
[Singer]- I'm here to tell you 'cause, I have no shame
[Fatal]- And the way he toss it up, will never get me out the game
[Singer]- want to get a girl, who's down for mine
[Fatal]- Only ride for you, if you ride for me
[Singer]- The way he sticks it in, and takes his time
[Fatal]- Nasty new, PYT, dem come for free
Verse two
You know I love it, when you got the thong in
when I stick it in, and take my time, sweetheart you all in
baby girl, you make fade the world, tryin' get ya
all the niggas wit, to confident I won't hit cha
the wildest thug nigga, you can profile
In combat, react, criminalies, on a ?
I'll give you ya space, keep these punks out ya face
put them hoes in place, tryin' play me like a ace
ain't no tellin', who jellin', on or behind my back
I just love it when you cum, 'cause I get high and relax
Chorus
Verse three
You want the cheddar, and when I go down sell my Bertta
rock all my sweaters, and write nasty love letters
thinkin' bout where I got my tat-tat, on the medal bars
servin' them getto stars, wit a black mat
I'm only mobbin' 'cause I be, do a quick stick, hit a lick
wit a trigger like a robbery, and stake honeyz make money
the same way, them outlaw niggas from ya fake, hood take money
Chorus
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3. _ Time's Wastin'
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4. _ I Know the Rules
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5. _ What's Your Life Worth?
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6. _ World Is Changing
[Singer] oohhhh
[Voice] Tell 'em where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in
[Singer] oohhhh
[Voice] why'all bitch niggaz is jealous, I see a whole bunch of suckers
[Verse One]
Won't you niggaz, take a look at a real thug
And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal slugs, at me
Til the day I die, high motherfucker tryin'
To think of somethin', other then dyin'
What the fuck could you do me, but laugh and diss
Stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this
I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze
Bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degrees
I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made
Jealous ass niggaz, switchin' up like a switch blade
Life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope
My dog died in jail cell, shakin' from rope
It's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay
From escapade, profess you chest and laid
Put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash
In other words, keep your shit cocked shootin' for cash
[Chorus - singer]
Life ain't what, it used to be
Things ain't the way they used to be, the world is changin'
Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light?
The world is changin'
[Verse Two]
My next kin to crew, is a selected few
If you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you
I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back
In this world that's all black, more critical wit the mack
I rush 'em all, kick it to they bitches and fuck 'em all
Evil eye ya squad, they all soft, I stuck em 'all
Why'all niggaz gon' despise on me, makin' thugs out you suckas
Come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life
Talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife
So your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me
I write a letter to my un-born child
And tell my baby girl to smile for me
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's
On they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz
Approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard
Better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you
And it your folks hard, that Henny mix
Rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin'
'cause, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha
Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs
Puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer
Look at her wiggle, and don't touch her
Must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her
You ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch
And ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched
Once she go thug, so always be thugged
Remember that son, all I want is action
Won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west
Got me packed and stressed, but through the pain
All I'm tryin' to, is gain happiness
Why don't you niggaz, take a look at a real thug
And see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god {*echoes*}
[Chorus]
Makaveli the Don, Killa Khadafi rest in peace
Makaveli the Don {echoes}
[Singer]
Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light
The world is changin', ooohhhhh
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7. _ Getto Star
[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 up, we messed up
Off that best stuff that fits up in yo' dutch
Situation like this, you get blown to bits
Fuckin with this brick lyricist, more complex than the pyramids
Here it is, strictly biz like small print
In between them bong hits, we drop the strong shit
Chickenheads say, "who him? " with fucked up timb's
Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the benjamins
In city tenaments, the 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 brain, tame one, one of the darkest
Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis
Chorus: fatal hussein
Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day
Don't let em fold ya, outlawz, the getto star soldiers
Give this letter to the president, before this shit is over
(repeat 2x)
[fatal hussein]
When hussein aim, puttin 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 noble, got em strung hold em for hostage
Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics
My shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolates
Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit
On some evil eye ready to die shit
This thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up
I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up
Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured 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 it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic
If you old you get shot at, and 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 izm, two six-packs, and kid listen
Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the ave
Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half
Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted
Now run it, I got this fuckin drug spot where I want it
So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got shit to do
Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal
[tame one]
Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws
Toss you to the outlawz, then let them shoot it out
For what you clock for -- got more than you expected
When I inject correct shit, it gets hectic
Fuckin comin up with that next shit, thug niggaz and bugged niggaz
Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight
We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes
We throw chains at bitches, it's back to new jeru to get these riches
Chorus
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8. _ Everyday
[Airplane]- Taking off
[Singer]- Uh no, everyday in every way
Verse one
Gettin' paid, never caught in a raid
you get sprayed, prayed over and laid down
pump wit the pound, how that sound
death befo it's time, it's pretty much
the studio sound, wit the city touch
I put dimes on ya, commit crime on ya
when I get the drop, you got my shines on ya
and deadly yacht, so I never get shot
and this shit so hot, watch it resurrect 'pac
I got more ways, then some niggas out of state
and I just hate, when fake doppers throw ?
on my dick, chillin' wit the bitch I ate
tradin' my thirty-eight, for a fresh nickel plate
It's a shooty thang, blowin' ya hood wit mighty bang
wit the outlaws thugs, in the clubs, where hotties hang
I know you know, give it up son, slow ya roll
I throw'em slow, they gonna be the next flow
Chorus
[Singer]-Everyday
[Fatal]- I bring it to y'all, and never know y'all
when ya flip this shit, get thick
the hollow points, run through ya
this outlaw clout, got them thuggs odin'
the slugs go seein', you cowards supposed to be in
[Singer]- Everynight
[Fatal]- The whole shit, bring ya bold click
I got a whole clip, I fold chips
and blast, to leave ya sould rip
money over bitches, til my casket drop
I'm reservin' all you niggas, since I mashed with 'pac
thugged out I'm dyin, Huessin the don
It's all about the Benjies, why get friendly,semi
nasty new, more then vary, blast ya crew
more to bury, nigga what
the dog in this, dog in this, what's the prob
my outlaw thugs, on a mission to robb
everyday, problems gettin' sloved kinda critical
It's pitiful, all this shit political
Verse two
You want to be a playa?
let me show ya how
You want to be a thug?
change ya style, blah
walk pass ya ass, wit the house of ditty-ness
when ya blast I laugh, like oh my god
did he miss? 'cause, y'all kids fold cold, in all biz
get money off small shit, hands off the ruff roll wit it
so simple, we can kick it but get no mple
co went the dilly, you droppin wit foes simple
Chorus
[Singer]- Everyday, ahhha ahhha, everyday
and everyway, ohhhhhhhhh ohhh
[Backround]- Everynigh(hold note)
Everynight, said I'm tryin' to do what's right
ahhhhhhh oohhhhhh
Verse three
Wilin', kinda play ya like Veit shine
bomb on ya fake soilders, you know the time
shine on ya like a rolly, you can't hold me
number one parolly, catchin' hits like a goalie
jump from jeerz, while New York gettin' money
E-three-twenty, wit a down to die honey
beef all ova, naw never in a millon years
hold ya tears, put ya hands on the ceilin'
cross ya over boss, and toss you off course
bow down ya lost, droppin' Fatal tryin' floss
do ya real dirty, when playas bein' tryin' to serve me
throw the skirts in the air, give it up to jersey
got mo you betta sip it, for the rowdy niggas get cha
and hit cha, wit some shit ya peoples can't even picture
a thug in the club, with a caliber snub
I know you hate to throw it up, throw it up out of ya love
Chorus
[Singer]- everyday and every way
haayyyyyyy ahhhhhh yaaaa oh oh no
[Backround]- Everynight(hold note)
[Singer]- every every night, let me hear ya say
[Backround]- Everyday(hold note)
[Singer]-Every day and in every way, yeahhhhhha
[Backround]- Everynight(hold note)
[Singer]- Everynight, said I'm tryin' to do what's right
said I'm tryin' to do what's right
[Backround]- Everyday(hold note)
[Singer]- everyday and every way yeahhhhhhhhha
[Backround]- Everynight(hold note)
[Singer]- Tryin to do what's right, can you feel me
can you hear me, hear me say
[Backround]- Everyday(hold note)
[Singer]- Everyday(hold note)
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9. _ Outlaws
[fatal - talking]
O.n.s. in this mother fucker
We got the plague in this mother fucker
The pentagon in this mother fucker
[verse 1 - fatal]
Around these blocks
You know these hot glocks
Cock till you drop
All you wanna-be cops
You don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police
Beat what the streets do to me
Actin all new to me
I'll creep on you like puberty
You don't wanna see the bad image
Of this primace
From here to east crems
Through every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in a couther
Six plates to soup ya
On due we always cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin with sal
I start thinkin 'bout al
Ricardi coverin my body
At the rink when I wow
I bag a hotty or two
This but a shotty for you
I got more bodies than drew
I drink mine naughty or new
Fuck your crew
This type of shit we do for a petty hobby
Fuck the whole world
This fatal dawg against everybody (it's on)
Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard
Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these breaks
That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take
[verse 2 - merciless x]
It's the merciless x
Like malcolm
Black as a falcon
How many shots I left depressed in your chest
I wasn't countin
But your back exploded (blaw!)
I episoded, with the weapon loaded
Let the next opponent
Get possessed with this merciless omen
The coldest crome to your dome
Sewn and holdin it's own
Let the barrel announce my ferocity
Twist spacious velocities
For haters watchin me
Make your block an atrocity
Break you down microscopic
Only doctors see, what the topic be
Drama through your armor
Bustin my two through your school of piranhas
My soldiers disapprove of your honor
We close captives, no conclusions
Let the revolver solve it
Evolve in this evolution
We shootin and pollutin
[chorus - fatal]
Pass the heat
And let me wave it in the air (air)
Guns bust, cowards fall
Niggaz just don't care (care)
To my lord I swear
We ain't never playin fair (fair)
On the streets you can't sleep
When the outlawz there
I know it's rainin on your block nigga (nigga)
You can't quit it
And you're prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga)
You shouldn't of did it
On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death)
Still thuggin on the streets (yeah)
Cause we the last ones left
[verse 3 - mac mall]
I take this thug shit seriously
Bought dirty gats with dope money
Atf can't fuck with me
My soldiers be
All there quiet
I'm holdin my crotch
Sippin henne nigga
You're life or you're not
Thug life my life
It don't stop
It's never too hot
And when I die I greet haze with glocks
Young crazy californians
Postin bout six in the mornin
On a quest to take the breath of my opponent
Them alls can't live
My cousins invite guns in they crib
Honey I'm home
Now nigga you're gone
Your bitch sing them songs
Like baritones to the rollers
When I saw her, I dumped on her
Like I supposed to
Now tell me what's funk without a mob year
And tell me what's a shrow without a witness
I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be outlaws
[verse 4 - fatal]
Vocally undestructible
Your crew ain't got enough
To go clip to clip
When we shootin out on the strip
Cause I'm untouchable
I'll blast your
Chest through your back with kastro
Oh you ain't scared?
What the fuck you walkin so fast for?
Is you with me or against me
Don't run up on me and tempt me
To have your faggot ass bagged
Like a mother fuckin empty
And simply vengeance of dogs
We gets a real nigga
Let me borrow your bitch
And watch me go and chill with her
On a rise no lie
Go against me and die
Baby gated like a hive
On the side of me with a nine
Believe me
This shit makes circumstances much more devious
My murderous material
Got shorties livin mischievous
Smokin em is the easiest
The hard part is dealin with the fact
That I made it through rap
And gotta go back to killin
Cause broke niggaz be illin
Wantin money for a shoot or somethin
But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin
Chorus
[fatal - talking]
Yeah, we doubt y'all cause we outlaws
You better know breakin it all
Tappin your pocket and your jaw
In one swing nigga
Merciless x, fatal hussein, nigga
This ain't no game
We re-arrange your whole frame
Word is born, all y'all niggaz better maintain
I leave a chain of blood stains
Represent, never hesitant
All we out for is fuckin dead presidents
What? hah, what? yeah, it ain't hard to find
Out with nicco storm and it's on
Droppin bombs like vietnam
What you niggaz want?
Fatal hussein all seven
You niggaz better know we pledgin
And that's my word, pentagon
And I'm in this on
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10. _ Intro
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11. _ Friday
Who dat?, what?,
There they go, there they go
There they go
The same motherfuckers,
You know nigga it`s fuckin` Friday
We doin` it like last Friday
(Niggas ain`t got shit to do)
(So we gon` get fucked up)
Who dat?
[Verse 1]
Bert and Hussein, back to back now that`s flammable
Smokin` ya brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin` through Jerz emerge and serve you don`t deserve to pull,
Another breath of oxygen,
Has is known for oxin` `em
cool Kas` chrome be droppin` `em,
Killa Kane be lockin` Philipane
Drip from a toxic tongue
Get done wid it,
Out of control like we begun wid it
Bricks explode, licked you out the show
That nigga Bump did it
I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and,
Bout to store blocks an` Fort Knox ya minor league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Khadafi
Bringin` the blizzards when I make bail you can`t stop me,
In jail all that I can see provoking hell,
Chokin` at a third rail velocity
Obviously ya men have, been barkin` up the wrong tree
Microphone strong deep bomb first
Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse
Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me,
The black clip`s burnin` me
The cat who act fraternity
The landscape`s redded,
Fuck it ya man said it
Ya shoulda never let it escape
We won`t wet it,
Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew,
Maestro can stand through,
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you
[Hook]
Ten out of ten
No ya chance is a ninth
We do jail wid no bail
Losin` half of our life
Livin` the life of the poor
Losin` sight in the war
You can slice it down precise
Shit`s trife around the board
[Verse 2]
We in this thing together
Tryna build the same cheddar
It`s strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin` my waist
A fake couldn`t relate to,
Drugs and honeys,
My hugs are funny
And thugs blow slugs for the money
Gunshots, mobbin` up quiet late nights
Walkin` down New, you betta think twice
This shit ain`t right,
It`s all wrong,
NARC`s we slide on
It ain`t safe season
Say it`s strength in numbers
We rolled the whole precint
Rev the whip up,
We live `98 stick-ups
Loadin` clips up
That flimsy ass vest we rip up
New Jerz, come check us
But don`t test us
Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus
Act whatever, clap whatever
When we clap we clap together
Leavin` you cats on the stretcher
O.N.S. and the Embassy,
Outlawz and Pentagon
If it ain`t that,
It ain`t shit to me
It ain`t shit to me
Hook
[Verse 3]
Fake lies, close ya eyes,
Nigga die in the dark
You little hip hop cop,
Playin` spy in the park
We turn schemes to cream
Cause we fiend for green
Wid the cops and streets watchin`
Ain`t no need to dream
Codine my team,
Full beam on ya knotty
Killuminati to ya body
Got mooned wid the shotti
Getto star you for Amaru,
Yak see you tomorrow,
I know you here,
These other niggas be like where are you?
The Henny`ll start you,
Dirty ever semi I borrow,
No confrontation or quarrel
I can`t shake up or startle
The time taker
Tying `em up like Ron Baker
Here to shake and break `em down
Like the LA Lakers
I see through `em
Ain`t no tellin` what I`ma bout to leave through `em
While he lay there I stay there
While the paramedics`ll breathe through him
Squeeze through him,
Put the E to him, hit `em up
He gon` lay there shakin` waitin` for y`all to pick him up
Ya outta there,
Quick as you squeal, I`ll appeal
It`s kill or be killed,
In this world of free steel
Every crew`s a game,
Wearin` blues is strange
From how you move you`ll be named
For what you doin` who you claim
You might, think it`s a game
From bein` critically acclaimed
A war winner for pitiful game
Fuck wid Hussein
[Verse 4]
From cops got our feet tired
Everybody split up anybody get caught
Son just keep quiet,
These C`s watchin` me,
Two CDS` of armed robbery
Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property,
Keep to myself that`s how I got to be, cats acknowledge me,
For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically
Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly
Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology
I`m realer than the cats that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill or be killed`s my motto,
I do it cause I got to,
I`ma, straight up commodity
I thug in this society
On the side ah me`s my niggas that`ll die for me
Would you ride for me?, or get rode on?
Been in this game so long
I kick slick shit in every sentence
Y`all have to grow on,
Throughout my hard times my vision was blind
Hustlin` dimes fake niggas want to beef wid me
I ain`t puttin` it in my rhymes
You ain`t worth it,
Wid out contact I catch perfect,
Had the heart in front of the crowd
But in your eyes you nervous,
Now start chirpin`,
The .38 special start squirtin`
Leave two holes in ya shirt
And put you on the side street hurtin`,
Now that`s for talkin` out ya person,
(Muthafuckaz)
Fuckaz
[Outro]
Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein
Aiyyo, (recognise)
Tell somebody come get me
(O.N.S., Outlaw)
If not I`ll be home in like 5
Hahahhahha
Motherfuckin` Friday
(Tick like time)
For all y`all niggas that want to fuck wit me
Before my shit come out,
It`s about to drop too bitch,
(Y`all don`t know O.N.S nasty new)
Hey Ric where the fuck the Henny at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin` three days in the Waker
Ahaha, yo fuck that calendar
I ain`t for that shit.....
Yo A-rock man,
(Moddy Bang)
It`s on for them niggas
(Killa Black)
Killa Black.....
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