Fatal - Whats Ya Life Worth? Lyrics

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[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

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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

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