| Lyrics: | [Bell]
[whispers of Outlaw]
[Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die
stop all that bull
shit frontin' and all that talk
a real nigga will pick the time, to go what
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 firs |
