Tytuł: Worth

• Wykonawca: Fatal Hussein
• Wyświetleń: 448

  
   [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 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