Fatal - Outlaws Lyrics
[fatal - talking]O.n.s. in this mother *****erWe got the plague in this mother *****erThe pentagon in this mother *****er[verse 1 - fatal]Around these blocksYou know these hot glocks***** till you dropAll you wanna-be copsYou dont wanna see shotsI beef deep with the policeBeat what the streets do to meActin all new to meIll creep on you like pubertyYou dont wanna see the bad imageOf this primaceFrom here to east cremsThrough every state with a sentenceFrozen weight in a coutherSix plates to soup yaOn due we always cruiseRight by the state troopersWhen Im drinkin with salI start thinkin bout alRicardi coverin my bodyAt the rink when I wowI bag a hotty or twoThis but a shotty for youI got more bodies than drewI drink mine naughty or new***** your crewThis type of shit we do for a petty hobby***** the whole worldThis fatal dawg against everybody (its on)Better be twenty-five once this shit you never *****in heardOutlaw, outlaw, we rate these breaksThat shit we dont got be that shit we gotta take[verse 2 - merciless x]Its the merciless xLike malcolmBlack as a falconHow many shots I left depressed in your chestI wasnt countinBut your back exploded (blaw!)I episoded, with the weapon loadedLet the next opponentGet possessed with this merciless omenThe coldest crome to your domeSewn and holdin its ownLet the barrel announce my ferocityTwist spacious velocitiesFor haters watchin meMake your block an atrocityBreak you down microscopicOnly doctors see, what the topic beDrama through your armorBustin my two through your school of piranhasMy soldiers disapprove of your honorWe close captives, no conclusionsLet the revolver solve itEvolve in this evolutionWe shootin and pollutin[chorus - fatal]Pass the heatAnd let me wave it in the air (air)Guns bust, cowards fallNiggaz just dont care (care)To my lord I swearWe aint never playin fair (fair)On the streets you cant sleepWhen the outlawz thereI know its rainin on your block nigga (nigga)You cant quit itAnd youre prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga)You shouldnt of did itOn 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 seriouslyBought dirty gats with dope moneyAtf cant ***** with meMy soldiers beAll there quietIm holdin my crotchSippin henne niggaYoure life or youre notThug life my lifeIt dont stopIts never too hotAnd when I die I greet haze with glocksYoung crazy californiansPostin bout six in the morninOn a quest to take the breath of my opponentThem alls cant liveMy cousins invite guns in they cribHoney Im homeNow nigga youre goneYour ***** sing them songsLike baritones to the rollersWhen I saw her, I dumped on herLike I supposed toNow tell me whats funk without a mob yearAnd tell me whats a shrow without a witnessI only ***** with savages, soldiers, and hogsFrom c.a. to n.j. mac mall be outlaws[verse 4 - fatal]Vocally undestructibleYour crew aint got enoughTo go clip to clipWhen we shootin out on the stripCause Im untouchableIll blast yourChest through your back with kastroOh you aint scared?What the ***** you walkin so fast for?Is you with me or against meDont run up on me and tempt meTo have your faggot ass baggedLike a mother *****in emptyAnd simply vengeance of dogsWe gets a real niggaLet me borrow your *****And watch me go and chill with herOn a rise no lieGo against me and dieBaby gated like a hiveOn the side of me with a nineBelieve meThis shit makes circumstances much more deviousMy murderous materialGot shorties livin mischievousSmokin em is the easiestThe hard part is dealin with the factThat I made it through rapAnd gotta go back to killinCause broke niggaz be illinWantin money for a shoot or somethinBut you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethinChorus[fatal - talking]Yeah, we doubt yall cause we outlawsYou better know breakin it allTappin your pocket and your jawIn one swing niggaMerciless x, fatal hussein, niggaThis aint no gameWe re-arrange your whole frameWord is born, all yall niggaz better maintainI leave a chain of blood stainsRepresent, never hesitantAll we out for is *****in dead presidentsWhat? hah, what? yeah, it aint hard to findOut with nicco storm and its onDroppin bombs like vietnamWhat you niggaz want?Fatal hussein all sevenYou niggaz better know we pledginAnd thats my word, pentagonAnd Im in this on
