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hussein fatal - m.o.b. lyrics

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

chorus
yall n-ggas, wanna ride tonight?
how many n-ggas, 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, there’s no reason why (2x)

verse two [fatal]
keep it comin’, these n-ggas get done in
on any run in, i smirk and jerk, on a trigger
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-ggas, carry c0ke
but they scared to bust, and i be lookin’ through ya -ss like you
plexey gl-ss, and i send my pretty b-tch
swingin’ t-ts and -ss, pearl handle on her burner so she
blastin’ fast, alot of n-ggas 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-ggas on the block, when i’m p-ssin’ through
i bust six, in the air n-gga, just for you
and if i ever get caught sleepin’, which i ever doubt would happen
i’d be the last n-gga rappin’, i’ll keep my f-ckin’ guns clappin’

whatever though, fake -ss n-ggas will never know
smellin’ they own sh-t, when i rip the berrta slow
the nine milly, the fake thuggs n-ggas 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 addicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
and the toughest on ya squad, can’t ride wit bizniss
i don’t know what these n-ggas, be thinkin’ when they see me
n-ggas call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
i stack whack rappers, and stick’em like cornerbacks
yall n-ggas is jumpin’ jackz, and bluffin’ on wax
thinkin’ you can clown me, me and my little town we
we lost n-ggas, 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

- hussein fatal lyrics

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