[tame one]
Wait'll niggaz hear that tame and fatal got down and made it straight
From uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background
Stop stressin from the chest upwe messed up
Off that best stuff that fits up in yo' dutch
Situation like thisyou get blown to bits
Fuckin with this brick lyricistmore complex than the pyramids
Here it isstrictly biz like small print
In between them bong hitswe drop the strong shit
Chickenheads say"who him? " with fucked up timb's
Knotty fro and baggy denimsspendin up the benjamins
In city tenamentsthe boom skwadron odd man
Don't give a fuck like rodman ("what are you doing? ")
With no rings like patrick ewing ("what? ")
Still I play hard regardless
Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless
Aimin for your braintame oneone of the darkest
Brown like the chocolatepoppin your metropolis
Chorus: fatal hussein
Around my wayall they do is shoot dice all day
Escapin secret indictmentsgettin nice all day
Don't let em fold yaoutlawzthe getto star soldiers
Give this letter to the presidentbefore this shit is over
(repeat 2x)
[fatal hussein]
When hussein aimputtin they brains on walls like tame name
Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain
Y'all plain jane's gel in the ? well's? county of sing-sing
Me and young noblegot em strung hold em for hostage
Lyrics verbally toxicspit like doubled edged optics
My shit is milkwearin silk shirts with chocolates
Y'all broke and can't cop shitI getphysically fit
On some evil eye ready to die shit
This thug shitniggaz get beat down and shot up
I saw this one niggaget stolen on and your soul got up
Stolen carroll past the bartoured a lot of city
Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product
It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic
You don't get itdon't got itthe love of money get exotic
If you old you get shot atand can't walk the streets
Without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot
Chorus
[fatal hussein]
We adapt to the system like ? eddie bap? on mission
Get an ounce of izmtwo six-packsand kid listen
Just a dip on the taskmy little niggaz on the ave
Do a bid and laughcome home and cop a half
Hit me with twenty hundredwhat you got was fronted
Now run itI got this fuckin drug spot where I want it
So don't be dissin newwhen you ain't got shit to do
Five thousand dollarscharge freeright out municipal
[tame one]
Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws
Toss you to the outlawzthen let them shoot it out
For what you clock for -- got more than you expected
When I inject correct shitit gets hectic
Fuckin comin up with that next shitthug niggaz and bugged niggaz
Luce? steel is tightI'm straight up like midnight
We burn mics on turnpikeswe swervin through the lanes
We throw chains at bitchesit's back to new jeru to get these riches
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