Chorus x 2
[fatal]
When its on then its on
It cant be erased
Tear da club up thugs and fatal
On a paper chase
When its on then its on
It cant be erased
Tear da club up thugs and fatal
We on a paper chase
Verse 1
[fatal]
Never wastin em
Had a slug bug chasin em
Spin em before they spun
The m-1, close-casin em
Defacin em like county property
Hed die for me
Spittin on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery
Yo ya see that party by haus cucasimenas
Trife on that ass
Who better hit the ground fizast
Fuck that financially
Fatal stable satanically
Mash on your little stash niggaz testin the family
Play the eddie cane with your petty game
Breakin ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein
Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall
Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off
Fatal hussein, from the cradle to the grave
Tokin like big suge till every label know my name
And they ask whats up with yak and who shot pac?
And who rode on you tryin to test the block
Chorus x 2
Verse 2
[dj paul]
What the fuck!
Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers
Lucky louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy
The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there
Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game
Dodge all my life, these niggaz no good the trigger man
Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it comin
Make em think tough
On the block
Niggaz never stop
Tryin to run const
Out the hood, niggaz no good
Ridin in the wood
With the game fatal hussein
Gonna bring the pain
Put the coo to your 40 brew
Brothers on the loose
Nothing new cuz we let em out
If we fight or shoot
All you hoes weak
And I know do you wanna roll
With these thugs livins
In the blood ghetto hesito foo
[lord infamous]
Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin product
Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin product
Chorus
Verse 4
[juicy j]
Now it is time to get rough with the drama
Bitches you cannot escape from the heart-a
Evil scarecrow
Devil spells go
Deep in my soul
Put on my clothes
I scrip little hands and I must squeeze the whelpin
Listen to sounds of the lit when we step in
F from us comes from the south territory
Listen to some of my d-money poetry
Circles a trip, plus its me smokin ganja
Rich almost ripped tear by these on the furniture
So many soldiers are coming to destroy you
Six million sinister satanic warriors
Ill still feel drill will kill ninni-milli flama philly
I will fill the enemy with up by twenty slugs
To the mug, four more tricks in the mud quick
I want all my tear da club thugs to rip this shit
Chorus (fades out)
