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Fatal Hussein lyrics - In The Line Of Fire

I Know The Rule

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Verse one I blow'em over wit the club scene try don for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs that love green one step behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam against all odds get cha Benz or rocks me and kada go against all fog dog from jeerz infotrate all herds my last words who gone blast and serve they told me never say never but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace

See Dem Comin

Gentleman "Journey To Jah"
intro: meanwhile dem a plan jah a wipe out we hold on firm and dem can't get we out no me say dem can't get we out chorus: dem coming to annihalite coming dem coming to tek over dem coming to eliminate but righteous children never a go under (repeat) verse: we view dem level see dem levels dem a devil and dem can't come ya so fi mash up fi we heavens dem a throw dem stones and fling dem pebbles bow down to dem systems and a gwaan like dem a rebel but we stop dem before dem go too far what then we now who you are those meck ten what you have and a pair a tag and a war and a blur and a bla chorus (repeat) verse: polition on their mission ttry fi mash up fi we vision continously no intermission with dem guns and all dem wars dem try fi create a division we nuh go get tricked by dem religion ask dem how do you feel in those cages how do you feel dat you will never live to see certain stages and all those books and those pages you never read them so you caught up in your riches and your rages chorus (repeat)

Let It Go

ASAP FERG "Trap Lord"
[Intro - A$AP Yams:] Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in You know I had to hang-glide through for this one You know, we at the all-star game right now Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that) (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills) Ya feel me? [Hook:] Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road Body full of bullets when they found him on the road Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go The semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload [Verse 1:] Ride Maybachs like Ross (Ugh) 550 Benz four doors Praying for my niggas, they lost Dyin' no thing, they wolves Ridin' on a gang that floss Multiplyin by the gang that bucks Pull a 9 on anything we spark Ménage ain't a thing they whores Pussy so good, need more Let me get in those drawers 5-0 in the corner store He heard all them claps with a round of applause Spit at your back and you lie on the floor Rat-a-tat-tat and you go see the lord Bitch like horse, X In Her Pores Want more sex, all in her jaws Molly! [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm grippin' the mac and you under attack Spit at your back and you takin' a nap No heart a be pumpin', your body relaxed You talk to me dumb and that's how I react One arm in the air like I'm waving a cab The nine is a bitch and she makin' it clap I'm palmin' a fifth like I'm givin' a dap Be ready to scrap when you talk to the Trap (My condolences) You are now talking to a boss Lou Bang still ride in the Porsche 2-thou for the grill, they cost White gold teeth, no floss Young trap lord like Doss Two bitches in the crib, no drawers She rockin' the mic with her jaws I call that bitch Nicki Minaj She pop more pills no cough When shit get real she spark Givenchy my bitches Smoke that life till you niggas see God Gettin' head in the foreign cars Get the head from the foreign broads Hasta la vista, señor Pussy ass niggas a see Allah (FERGIE) [Hook] [Outro - A$AP Yams:] So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling) LongLiveA$AP number one album in the country (Bling blow) sold out tours, what's next? Trap Lord Let these motherfuckers have it Let them know we not playing this year The limb's never been so relaxed, ever It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with We ain't trippin' though Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that) Cause it's like it ain't even a competition no more

Definitely

Big Daddy Kane "Veteranz Day"
In this corner, representin' BK, NY Who, come again , I That you can't deny For the while I stayed, laid back in the shade Just like a silhouette, however still a threat Once again, I return just to get my groove on Bag somethin' that's a size 7/8 and move on It be nothin' but dime girls I sport Only time I hit a 3 be on the basketball court What you thought, the wrath was about to end Nah baby, never that because I'm out to win So what if he came back , he ain't even hittin' though So why you standin' there with yo' nails bitten low MC's tremblin', I plead innocent But then again, things can get menacin' Ladies and Gentlemen it's the world renown Come on ya'll let's get down, Dark Gable's in town Chorus Put your hands up high if you testify Are you wit' me (Definitely) Cause I give it all I got when I rock the spot Are you wit' me (Definitely) Ain't gon' be no looking tight, we gon' party tonight Are you wit' me (Definitely) One hundred percent proof, help me raise the roof Are you wit' me (Definitely) Verse 2 It's somethin' ‘bout that Kane that I just ain't buying How can his rap be solid when his flow is liquefying He keep it on beat, plus he keep it street Plus he keep it sweet, I mean his shit be complete Thank you love that's right keep it real for me As I run it down to you all skillfully Because it ain't hard to tell who's the liver one Got ‘em all shooken like Allen Iverson See, you talking now but you ain't sayin nothin' I keep you listeners hittin' the rewind button You thinkin', maybe I'm the one to bring it to But, I don't think that's the wise thing to do Another casualty with the audacity, thinkin' that he can last with me Fast to see how I massively, drop skills gradually Hold it down like gravity, naturally Chorus Verse 3 I come wit' the flows that go down like water Some of y'all just ain't got your game in order Hmn, looks to me as though you're simpin' Playa hata's that's attemptin', to be the grinch that stole pimpin' I cram to, understand you, what's your angle You don't want to tangle Actin' all brand new Nothin' that them can do, when I roll up like bamboo And dismantle, handle, everyone I ran through Baby, you can count on me, a sure thing I be all inside your hood, just like a drawstring The wack, I restrict ‘em, rhymes I kick ‘em Girls I just stick ‘em, whose my next victim Thinkin' you was ballin', now I'm callin Yo' bluff(Uh huh), sho nuff (Well alright) Who you came out to see in the place to be The ebony black ice, who that be (Yours truly) Chorus

Shine

La the Darkman "Heist of the Century"
[La the Darkman] Uh uh, for the niggas in black Vigors behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everybody wanna shine For the niggas rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims Yo, everybody wanna shine Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, bitches, cess Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests I can't be done, me and Screwface one on one I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap I got niggas down south, holdin nines in Cadillacs Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck your bitch yo Right through her piss hole Long dick like a missle Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow Cough if I spit mo', sold my Lex, cop the Benzo My niggas come outta Sing-Seng buff like Lou Ferrigno The rhyme sayer, quicker Ruger nine sprayer Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player And I'm tied to the mob like that gun, called Tommy Shoot through your Armani, shoot at Guiliani Shoot at Illuminati, fuck everbody, it's the Darkman (understand that right there) Chorus For the niggas in black Vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everbody wanna shine For the niggas is rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims Yo, everybody wanna shine For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds Everybody wanna shine For the niggas in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers Yo, everybody wanna shine [La the Darkman] Yo, you wanna be me Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes I'm on the TV My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky? Professional, hold my toast by my testicals I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life To no vale, niggas get money in small scales Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills A freak nigga, got turned down by a female Didn't know he sucked death, when he just inhale I rap life, cocaine, niggas wit no brain Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no game That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels Chorus [La the Darkman] Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt Gun in my waist, tight belt New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wallees melt I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself Blessed, wit food clothes and health And big whips, shorties say I got a big dick My first video, I rock twenty outfits The Benz 6, got me wanna flip ten bricks VCR headrest watchin Scarface flicks I politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug dons Niggas that's known to take a arm for a arm I move calm as a lion of Juddah, black Garbudda Silent as a basehead, suckin on his hooter Cuz Cash Rules, that's why I study new jewels And keep tools, to create blood pools For new crews, rappers, on my territory I cock back the fifth, and make em his-tory Remember him, the kid wit the big Jesus em-blem Threw shells from the toast, had his bones tremblin Nigga, I'm the cat y'all be talkin about dunn Chorus Cuz I shine nigga, shine on nigga (what) Straight shine nigga, nawmean, word up The sun gon burn out (stay shinin, and stay spicy) I'mma shine till the sun burn out Straight up, word, the embassy, my family The embassy, my family, yeah

We Could Take It Outside

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
[Intro: Rampage (Baby Sham)] That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again) Uh, do it! Do it! [Verse One: Rampage] I'm a _Natural Born Killa_ that's _Born to Rise_ +Flipmode is de Squad+ so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I'm a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) [Verse Two: Serious] Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties [Verse Three: Spliff Star] I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's {*echoes*} Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (all)] What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) [Verse Four: Baby Sham] Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my doggie While we shinin' continue flossin [Break: Busta Rhymes (Lord Have Mercy)] (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.. [Verse Five: Rah Digga] Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin MC's like Betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload [Chorus] [Verse Six: Lord Have Mercy] We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias That pillage, americana Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I reign like Mussolini's iron fists Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars {*echoes*} [Verse Seven: Busta Rhymes] Yo, you better practice what you preach I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and you walkin about Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear [Chorus] - repeat 2X

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