[After about a minute of mixing]      [Bomb explosions, gun shots]            (You know what you be?)            [Fatal]      You be like the type that come at me      And shoot one at me,      Tryna set it,      Then get another nigga to dead it      Outlaws we 'trol heat      Ya cold feet remain frozen      As Hussein show thieves      That got our own name stolen      I'm Hussein,      Flyin' down 95 in two lanes      Wearin' fitted and blue chain      The one out of these two thangs      Hustle or be hustled,      Tussle and these tough      They sheaths hunt you down      When you around and ya knees buckle      Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up      An' got ya cop shot up,      Came to shook shop up      I took money, gave 'em horror      Recruit crooks for me      Keep my finger on strap,      'Til the gat looked ugly      I mash fast illy      G-packers get bagged silly      We pack mac millis      You know the science for that      These niggas tryna rap      When I spit it like I'm committed      Wid triple and double digits      Bag whatever bubble wid it      All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk      Wid the war you ball way      Either way you playin' ya partner      Watch me bop down ya block      Wid my suit and chocolates      On some Deathrow Pac shit      Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this,      I let you know you playin' yourself      Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke      You might be bangin' yaself      Talk that crew shit,      I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit,      Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit      Confucious, run deep from Jerz,      Right off clue shit      Makaveli shit still bangin'      Y'all shoulda knew this            Y'all niggas gon' ride or die