Verse one
You can`t even picture tho`
examples, and shit ya wrote
I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat
carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish
it`s on from storm, I`m wearin` the teflon vest
rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spots
rock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the block
and I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point five
thirtys doin` dirty twenty five, to glit money live
I flip, tell`em shit to Nix
hang ya picture, throw`em all that
sippin` on that, you ain`t hard that
ah, you fallin` to buildin`
I`m like where`s ya heart at
I`m lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk
Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won`t slove ya town
and get torn apart, times wastin`
Chorus
[Singer]- It`s the life that you live, when your hangin` on
bein` a thug, and you tryin` to get you shit off
how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x)
[Fatal talkin` over chorus]
It`s no way out the game
you can`t see it
Verse two
The devil don`t want me yet, so I pack teks
writin` out my will, wit a black cease a rep
I handle mics, like Hardaway
and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit
when he ridin` on my dick
nigga ya foulin` out, hackin` me wit the wack rhymes
grabin` ya nine, shootin` scared tryin` snatch mine
I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip
and use murderin` Al, cuz he don`t bull shit
they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies
thinkin` the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I`ll lonely
fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love
I play every co`na , and ain`t a damn nigga stuck me
I`m fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe
beatin` down slow, cuz you niggaz, don`t know
Chorus (2x)
Verse three
Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board
my clout board, i`m clockin` spots down south soar
I`m bad company, these cats be huntin` me
frontin`, and say they dumped at me
but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick
have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid
when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block
I`ll be glockin` till I drop, a deuce deuce
on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top
I can`t be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi
nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey
told me I`ll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber
slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya
leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co`nas
don`t say I ain`t wanted, when you be got you`ll be co`ned
these streets ain`t half steppin`, they got weapons for ain`t shady
if you ain`t shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin`
Chorus (4.5x)
