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| Whats Ya Life Worth?
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[Bell]
[whispers of Outlaw]
[Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz dont 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)
its 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 Im 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 its 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 Im a dead man walkin
wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
my life is hunted, Im 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 spreadem
the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wetem
aint nobody gettin out alive, if I dont get that melt that I came for
in plus a muthafuckin ounce and bounce
cuz, Im on that type of shit, nobody be knowin
alias Hussein, anybody look to strange Im 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
theirs rules in the game, thats 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
Im a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack
so I dont miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation
blame ya legislation, for puttin me on probation
allagations facin the nation, so poor Im 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?
Im 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
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