In The Line Of Fire

[bell]
[whispers of outlaw]
[fatal]- yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die<echoes>
Stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk<echoes>
A real nigga will pick the time, to go what<echoes>

Verse one
Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy
Give me feet if your crucified, like you was jesus
On the floor spreadin', like diseases
Sippin' the henny, who say cool lockin' the semi
Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts
You stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in
Know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch
Name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (i said it)
It's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
Get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)
Protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty
Layin' it down, the road dog hussein, kadafi
Cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear
Like i'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear
Shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere
Wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state
Tryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to make
Laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
So maybe six feet, will make the raps better

Chorus [fatal]
Whats ya life worth? more then a beef
When you got heat, and til scared of the streets
How you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause
Wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars

Some times, i feel that i'm a dead man walkin'
Wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
My life is hunted, i'm confused and fond
If my blood stop pourin', i regulate like i was born (2x)

Verse two
What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em
The first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em
Ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if i don't get that melt that i came for
In plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce
Cuz, i'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin'
Alias hussein, anybody look to strange i'm blowin'
I got these thugs, and hotties knowin'
Haulin' ass, wit daz, and money bags,
And the ass of the shooty showin', play the ?
I bring the heat to ya street, like al pachino and
Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero
Watch me, streets is black hockey
Their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me

Chorus

Verse three
Back to back, doin' niggas like this
When i get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip
Thug life, the type to swollow a bible
I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack
So i don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation
Blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation
Allagations facin' the nation, so poor i'm in the basement
Ready for cold war, but i remain pateint
My sustained, station, name takin'
For my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin'
Makin' a switch, from tricks to rich
Clips to bricks, wit slow dipps
Turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded
Toted an broke click, you need a light?
I'm a type, that you can smoke dick
Rock a crew, down to ?
Like makaveli, crack frames like hussein
Jackin' planes, back to ?
Through the crack of the ice, i surface like a seal
New rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill
Shot and spin i, wit you got is men i
She top they droppin' did i, you got popped in the lid i
Rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter
Through ya crewshea, devils desire

Chorus 1/2

[after about a minute of mixing]
[bomb explosions, gun shots]

(you know what you be?)

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

Y'all niggas gon' ride or die

Verse one
I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz
Got stories to tell, i be blasin't on these bitch niggaz
Servin' well, and the company i keep, be the scum of the earth
Body tated, hair matted, sellin' key's if you fuck wit these
Law breakin' niggaz scream, fuck the police
We gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
What the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
Findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and i can't wait
If niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em
All that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,i ain't wit'em
Cuz, when i say jump, niggaz say
How high? or i stabb you in ya fuckin' eye
Now let's get busy nigga

Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
How many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
We get money over bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die
Live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

Verse two [fatal]
Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in
On any run in, i smrik and jerk, on any trigga
Puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man
Like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
Criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
Endin' ya whole stat, i'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit
So i'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit
Yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly
Slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'
Up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop

Chorus (2x)

Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
Scared to bust, and i be lookin' through ya ass like you
Plexey glass, so i send my pretty bitch
Swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
Blastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
But it don't mean shit, til you witness to yourself
How live it get, and i never let no rhymin' ass bitch
Share a mic wit me, until i see her versatility
You get the fuckin' picture, i swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes
It's only hollow points i spit out my nine
Drillin' niggaz on the block, when i'm passin' through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
And if i ever get caught sleepin', which i ever doubt would happen
I'd be the last nigga rappin', i'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin'

Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
Smellin' they own shit, when i rip the berrta slow
The nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' silly
Blowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'em
I don't give a fuck, how small big and tall
Come get me, and i talk on how square yall are
Attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
And the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit bizniss
I don't know what these niggaz, be thinkin' when they see me
Niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks
Yall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax
Thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town we
We lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can't drown me
I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
To tall for lust, i bend these bitches when i fuck

Chorus (2x)

Muthafuckin' m.o.b you ain't seen shit yet, what

[singer]-oohhhh(hold note)
[voice]- tell'em where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in
[singer]-oohhhh(hold note)
[voice]- yall bitch niggaz is jealous, i see a whole bunch of suckers

Verse one
Won't you niggas, 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 muthafucker 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 degree's
I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made
Jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade
Life is what you make it, i'm make it in dope
My dog died in tail 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
Babbbyyy it's so easy, 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 thats all black, more critical wit tha mack
Are russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all
? like squad, they all talked, i stuck'em all
Yall niggas goin' despice 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'
Cuz, 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 niggas, take a look at a real thug
And see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god<echoes>

Chorus

Makaveli to don, kadafi rest in peace
(makaveli to don<echoes>)

[singer]- will i live or will i die? will i ever see the light
The world is changin', ooohhhhh

Verse one
I blow'em over wit the club scene
Try don, for my nine thousand thugs
In the clubs, that love green, one step
Behind hussin, dogs the don, me and i'm
Well bomb on ya kind, like vietnam
Against all odds, get cha benz or rocks
Me and kada, go against all fog
Dog from jeerz, infotrate all herds
My last words, who gone blast and serve
They told me never say never, but i never stay alive
Hold me, look in my eyes, say i'm never gonna die
Blast pass, ya half ass, staff like casses clay
Pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, i ain't goin' back
Release me to the care, of my heartless strap
Hung over from hennessy, wit a menace in tennessee
To creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry

Chorus
I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
Cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin'
At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack
Relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks

I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
Cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin'
At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack
Relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks

Verse two
It get's hectic yall, switch the rules
Get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz
Ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected
Outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected
From the east to the west, back home wit tha vest
Seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress
Cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest
When i blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ?
Don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded
Tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify
Bitch made niggaz, i got a point
I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya c.e.o, to
Step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew
He betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two<echoes>

Chorus

Verse three
Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus
And handle business, when you jealous playas
Fuck wit us, turn the party out
Soon as they whip the lime beocardy out
It's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out
Call me out, picture perfect life, when i live it
Run ya part of town like emmitt, only five minutes in it
Militant minded, combined wit a sentence
All you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant
Even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant
My chain dangle, hold the henny on a strange angle
Aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to
It's crunch time, i'm servin'em when it's lunch time
Give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and i'll throw just one rhyme
Yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin'
Got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings
Clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment

Chorus

To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation
World wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that yack
Keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn
Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas
Keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop
Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace