Fatal - Times Wastin' Lyrics
Verse oneYou cant even picture thoExamples, and shit ya wroteI run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throatCarry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggishIts on from storm, Im wearin the teflon vestRest in born in rubbish, free spots, and ez spotsRock like holly mzots, one of the top notches of the blockAnd I hardly touch my pz knots, three point fiveThirtys doin dirty twenty five, to glit money liveI flip, tellem shit to nixHang ya picture, throwem all thatSippin on that, you aint hard thatAh, you fallin to buildinIm like wheres ya heart atIm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talkCuz, ***** wuz born to hawk, wont slove ya townAnd get torn apart, times wastinChorus[singer]- its the life that you live, when your hangin onBein a thug, and you tryin to get you shit offHow do you do it? how do you swing it? (2x)[fatal talkin over chorus]Its no way out the gameYou cant see itVerse twoThe devil dont want me yet, so I pack teksWritin out my will, wit a black cease a repI handle mics, like hardawayAnd never get stripped, bust ya boy shitWhen he ridin on my dickNigga ya foulin out, hackin me wit the wack rhymesGrabin ya nine, shootin scared tryin snatch mineI murder niggaz, like you on the humble tipAnd use murderin al, cuz he dont bull shitThey scared of me, so they ran and got they homiesThinkin the tendaroonies, fatal dog, Ill lonely***** me, just stuck me like you wanna loveI play every cona , and aint a damn nigga stuck meIm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoeBeatin down slow, cuz you niggaz, dont knowChorus (2x)Verse threeImmortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south boardMy clout board, Im clockin spots down south soarIm bad company, these cats be huntin meFrontin, and say they dumped at meBut scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quickHave shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acidWhen I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the blockIll be glockin till I drop, a deuce deuceOn my boots, wit the chocolate, on topI cant be stoped, wiled like al, named kadafiNigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockeyTold me Ill play the goalie, wit the four four caliberSlipt ya mellon like galier, when I rip this bumpin up out of yaLeaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and conasDont say I aint wanted, when you be got youll be conedThese streets aint half steppin, they got weapons for aint shadyIf you aint shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastinChorus (4.5x)
