Fatal - Getto Star Lyrics
[tame one]Waitll niggaz hear that tame and fatal got down and made it straightFrom uptown with six sacks and this track thats in the backgroundStop stressin from the chest up, we messed upOff that best stuff that fits up in yo dutchSituation like this, you get blown to bits*****in with this brick lyricist, more complex than the pyramidsHere it is, strictly biz like small printIn between them bong hits, we drop the strong shitChickenheads say, who him? with *****ed up timbsKnotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the benjaminsIn city tenaments, the boom skwadron odd manDont give a ***** like rodman (what are you doing? )With no rings like patrick ewing (what? )Still I play hard regardlessAcquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartlessAimin for your brain, tame one, one of the darkestBrown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolisChorus: fatal husseinAround my way, all they do is shoot dice all dayEscapin secret indictments, gettin nice all dayDont let em fold ya, outlawz, the getto star soldiersGive this letter to the president, before this shit is over(repeat 2x)[fatal hussein]When hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like tame nameBlastin these mother*****ers cause they just cant maintainYall plain janes gel in the ? wells? county of sing-singMe and young noble, got em strung hold em for hostageLyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged opticsMy shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolatesYall broke and cant cop shit, I get, physically fitOn some evil eye ready to die shitThis thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot upI saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got upStolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of cityGave him an eighth and he cooked his whole productIts a shame how you cowards change the game for narcoticYou dont get it, dont got it, the love of money get exoticIf you old you get shot at, and cant walk the streetsWithout gettin your lil money hungry soft ass spotChorus[fatal hussein]We adapt to the system like ? eddie bap? on missionGet an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listenJust a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the aveDo a bid and laugh, come home and cop a halfHit me with twenty hundred, what you got was frontedNow run it, I got this *****in drug spot where I want itSo dont be dissin new, when you aint got shit to doFive thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal[tame one]Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpawsToss you to the outlawz, then let them shoot it outFor what you clock for -- got more than you expectedWhen I inject correct shit, it gets hectic*****in comin up with that next shit, thug niggaz and bugged niggazLuce? steel is tight, Im straight up like midnightWe burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanesWe throw chains at *****es, its back to new jeru to get these richesChorus
