[Bell]   [whispers of Outlaw]   [Fatal] Yall muthafuccaz don't 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)   it's 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 I'm 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 it's 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 I'm a dead man walkin'   wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin   my life is hunted, I'm 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 spread'em   the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em   ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for   in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce   cuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin'   alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm 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   their's rules in the game, that's 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   I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack   so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation   blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation   allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm 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?   I'm 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      Chorus 1/2