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fatal hussein - m.o.b. lyrics

verse one
i’m livin’ in h-ll, where all these n-gg-z
got stories to tell, i be blasin’t on these b-tch n-gg-z
servin’ well, and the company i keep, be the sc-m of the earth
body tated, hair matted, sellin’ key’s if you f-ck wit these
law breakin’ n-gg-z scream, f-ck the police
we gonna ball fo, the lil n-gg- sh-t
what the f-ck you figure?
timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
findin’ n-gg-z dead, bring’em home and i can’t wait
if n-gg-z is real, then they ain’t scared to split ’em
all that job-ownin’ sh-t, f-ck you, i ain’t wit’em
cuz, when i say jump, n-gg-z say
how high? or i stabb you in ya f-ckin’ eye
now let’s get busy n-gg-

chorus
yall n-gg-z, wanna ride tonight?
how many n-gg-z, in the house feel live tonight?
we get money over b-tches, cuz we ain’t scared to die
live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

verse two (fatal)
keep it comin’, these n-gg-z get done in
on any run in, i smrik and jerk, on any trigga
puttin’ in work, then past it off, to my little man
like he blast it off, beyond that,?
criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
endin’ ya whole stat, i’m the master of this f-ckin'(f-ck yall)sh-t
so i’m a be buckin’ sh-t, ya don’t know who you f-ckin’ wit
yall sp-ced out duckin’ quick, the number one parolly
slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin’
up shorty rocks, gettin’ money wit the forty cop

chorus (2x)

verse three
some n-gg-z, kinda of c-ke
scared to bust, and i be lookin’ through ya -ss like you
plexey gl-ss, so i send my pretty b-tch
swingin’ t-ts and -ss, preal hander on her burner so she
blastin’ fast, alot of n-gg-z know my rep,
but it don’t mean sh-t, til you witness to yourself
how live it get, and i never let no rhymin’ -ss b-tch
share a mic wit me, until i see her versatility
you get the f-ckin’ picture, i swear by everythin’ spit in my rhymes
it’s only hollow points i spit out my nine
drillin’ n-gg-z on the block, when i’m p-ssin’ through
i bust six, in the air n-gg-, just for you
and if i ever get caught sleepin’, which i ever doubt would happen
i’d be the last n-gg- rappin’, i’ll keep my f-ckin’ guns clappin’

whatever though, fake -ss n-gg-s will never know
smellin’ they own sh-t, when i rip the berrta slow
the nine milly, the fake thuggs n-gg-z thats gettin’ silly
blowin’em and showin’em, cuz my dogs don’t know’em
i don’t give a f-ck, how small big and tall
come get me, and i talk on how square yall are
attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
and the toughest on ya squad, can’t ride wit bizniss
i don’t know what these n-gg-z, be thinkin’ when they see me
n-gg-z call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
i stack whack rappers, and stick’em like cornerbacks
yall n-gg-z is jumpin’ jackz, and bluffin’ on wax
thinkin’ you can clown me, me and my little town we
we lost n-gg-z, fo life, out here they can’t drown me
i’ll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
to tall for l-st, i bend these b-tches when i f-ck

chorus (2x)

m-th-f-ckin’ m.o.b you ain’t seen sh-t yet, what

- fatal hussein lyrics

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