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Fatal Hussein lyrics - In The Line Of Fire

Times Wastin'

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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)

Three Sides To A Story

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?"
[Joey as Derrick] My names Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher And I just did that for manslaughter Odds was against me, murder in the second degree Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past When all niggaz kno me for is the past And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash They know if something ever sparked it'll cock it and blast Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room Cried when she found a gat in the dresser Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!!! But with all the dirt I was doing I felt like I hadda protect her, I hadda protect us Stead of me sellin crack forever She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work Forced me to get work On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!! I gotta lil sister that's nine Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the script So we don't go broke, I'm back to this hammer that I hafta tote Stash ya kno, I'm killin em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash And those two chicks a month that mom get don't last Lil Sally still young she developing fast Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task Then it clicked me, plain close, cops came to get me But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant They knew about it all they said they had an informant I'm back in this caged up cell With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve See I tried to live right But society ain't made for niggaz to live right Mommy just write Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight [Chorus] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what it's like in the hood [repeat] [Joey as Sally] My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy Dad pasted away, moms remarried I gotta big bro, but he's in jail Moms said for some things that he used to sell And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau And theres some things about him that my mom don't kno And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me He touches me places I don't like it And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss I mean touch me places that's private And he don't just touch he put summin inside it He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old And my moms in love so she makes excuses But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises Why step daddy gotta take me thru this Help, somebody, I'm getting raped I cant do this Nobody understands I'm weary Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion All the while moaning and pushin You try to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scare ya Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat He can tell I'm mad But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that? Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that? Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me Baby on the way, and I'm not working And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears He don't know, this is what it's like for years And it falls on def ears Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone Some secrets are hard to keep Some secrets make it hard to sleep And sleep is the only time I feel safe Still the act haunts me, and I kno I'ma wake up with step daddy on me: [Chorus] [Joey as Beau] My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with But she's always in church, real religious I hadda son he was young he was gifted Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas Three shots close range with a handgun I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder And went on a manhunt just to kill they father Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge Derricks coming home now, and he's gonna get it And I kno he'll be lookin for me with a biscuit Not hard to find, got them teks in handy, and I'm in his house having sex with him family I got his mom on the bed and the canopy And I'm with his sister molesting her candy Now he kno it all His friend prolly told em, and you can't hide nothing ina hood so small But then it came Sunday, Beau ain't hafta work Just humped on Sally, Pam's in church Derrick bust in, Beau just froze White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau" And then he reach to his hip and let a few of 'em go Cause he's packin but Sally starts gaspin Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that's coming Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out stop Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hott Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked Barricades up, yep, you already kno y'all Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars Cops on the mega phone, "come down now" But it all calmed down somehow Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray Nope! Shots done ric-o-shade, cops take him away And now some niggaz miss em But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggaz wit em When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred Theres some type of way kid, we're all related When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis This type of shit happens everyday kidd [Chorus]

How I Could Just Kill A Man

CYPRESS HILL "Cypress Hill"
Intro: It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things YouknowhatI'msayin And it goes like thisss... Verse One: Be Real Hey don't miss out on what your passin You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked So come on as cypress starts to kick it Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin Suckers are hidein Jump behind the bush when they see me driving by Hangin out my window And my magnum takin out some puto's Acting kinda loco I'm just another local Kid from from the street getting paid for my vocals (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Chorus: repeat 4X (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand [what does it all mean] (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Verse Two: Sen Dog, Be-Real (Sen Dog) I been doin' all the dumb shit, yo, because I bet it's comin' from it I'm not gonna waste no time, fuckin' around like I got ya hummin Hummin'... comin' at cha... And you know I had to gat ya. (Be-Real) Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference into your sattelite, shinin a battle light, swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right. Here's an example, just a little sample. How I could just kill a man! One-time tried to come in my home, take my chrome, I said Yo, it's on. Take cover son, or you're ass-out. How you like my chrome , then I watched the rookie pass out. Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway... Hahaha... that young punk had to pay. So I just killed a man! Chorus Verse Three: Be Real It's gonna be a long time before I finish one of the many missions that I have to establish To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights and if you ain't down: bullshit! Say some punk try to get you for your auto, Would you call the one-time, play the role model No, I think you play like a thug Next hear the shot of a magnum slug Hummin', comin' at cha yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been, understand where I'm coming from. When you're up on the hill, in your big home I'm out here, risking my dome. Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say fuck it . (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand (Sen Dog) How I could just kill a man Chorus: Outro: All I wanted was a Pepsi


ACTION BRONSON "Mr. Wonderful"
Yo pass me the ball fool You better fuckin' pick me, ya Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit Fuckin' 360 on this pussy I don't give a fuck I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence No shoes on [Verse 1 - Action Bronson:] I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef When I smile your baby mama shit her dungarees Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me But nah, dunny don't get down like me The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch (Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son) Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt With one arm shredded, and one arm missing Dog, I was born with Allah's vision I learned quick I couldn't follow suit Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983 I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on Yeah, uh huh Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo Your ideas lack Adobo [Verse 2 - Meyhem Lauren:] Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks On the low like a whip without shocks I bag bitches in flocks Representative for everything official Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival Treat the last record I broke just like a rival Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane It was written but I wrote it Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it Laurenovitch, yeah [Big Body Bes:] 3:36 in the morning Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites; All sorts of a felony in his waist But who are you? She only loves me when I'm naked


JOELL ORTIZ "Free Agent"
Let's start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz. He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath. I remember him! And he came up here? Yup! He's the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video. Right, well he's not signed to Dr. Dre anymore. Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath. That was short. He never even got a chance to put out a single. That was very short-lived, what happened? [Joell Ortiz] I don't know, shit, you tell me All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!) I still got the streets in a frenzy Still got that 40, but it's underneath the seat in my Chevy I hop on any beat and I empty When I'm squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e'rywhere like Dikembe Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me But let me make this so clear My career's on a treadmill, I'm runnin this shit and ain't goin nowhere Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!) 'Til my pockets green like what's in between my nose hairs (ew!) Nothin but flow here (look) Like Puerto Rico when it's snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there I'm fueled by the energy my foes share I won't tap out, y'all assed out like the old Cher Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared I'm still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer So not an industry nigga Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz) Same kid, same hunger, same drive And I tip my hat to those that tried But {"It's not the same"} - ever felt like you gotta do it? (man) Well multiply that by a trillion, that's the YAOWA movement (ay!) The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it I'm gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement I'm harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid I parallel park grind, put my back into it Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!) Failure? No, not me That ain't gon' cut it, on my three Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt My whole life been in a ring, don't ever count me out

Bringin' It

TIMBALAND & MAGOO "Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment"
(feat. Troy Mitchell) What Yo yo yo yo yo yo Ha ha It ain't over baby It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat Wah-kump Dat datdat dat Wah-kump, wah-kump Dat dat dat datdat dat Wah-kump Come on One question: Who be the thug that yall love most Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose The thug muscle So whistle if you hear clear Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year See most fear The marvelous, alias You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted Too many MC's not clearly on this hype tip I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit extended clips I represent because my thugs trip Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits It's mob official You test I'll leave you knock-knissued Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with you Straight up, we bringin' it What y'all, huh huh, V-A Know about this What y'all in Hampton, huh huh Know about this What y'all in p-town Know about this What y'All in Hoviay Know about this Check it out I'm ya p-town hit man I'll make ya shit man Pay my stick man to do my dirt I'm filthy rich man My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks I told you that I'm project strong You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long Alias the Don I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush I rush club scenes like, 'What' Always carryin the bust The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT What y'all V-A know about this What y'all in Hampton, what Know about this What y'all in Nomo Know about this What y'll in Chesapeake Know about this Bring it boy See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep AK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps 44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low Thugs know The real on how I let shit go But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs and set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up Is that enough Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you I suppose you Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you What y'all in V-A Know about this- I told you What y'all in Nomo, what Know about this, what

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