Fatal:

I'm blow 'em over with the club scene, try dime for my, nanas and thugs in the club that love green... one step beyond, Hussan dogs Tha Don, me and Haum'll bomb on ya kind like Vietnam... Against All Odds, get ya bench on rons, me and Khadaf go against all fads... taught New Jewz, infultrated all you herds, my last words, who gone blast and serve?.. they told me never say never, but I never stay alive, homie look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die... blast pass ya half ass staff like Clashis Clay, pack a trey pound gripped with the satin... pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back, release me to the care, I'm a heartless strap... hung over from Hennessy, with a menece intinicy to creep like burgulars, hurdlin' all you suckas in the industry...

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Fatal:

They get heavy yall, switch the rules, get cha' tools, my motive for runnin' down cause ya bitch improve... we elected as any have, respected, Outlaw clocks got it locked, with all these blocks connected... from the East to the West, back home with the vest, seen it all and still ball, but dog you can't impress... caress ya soul, with this gold Mic, Maless with I blow 'em, ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of Jess... don't get preddle and laid, pick form bein' pounded, the .41 with the quick flip speed rounded... clothes you can't indentify, bitch made niggas I gotta point 'em out and minimize... down goes ya squad and ya C-E-O too, steppin' us thru, fataly affectin' ya crew... he better act or get smacked with the .10 Mac too...

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Fatal:

Sequal to War, we bust if we must plus, and handle business when you jealous players fuck with us... turn the party out, soon as they whip the lamacardy out, it's hard, we out, been up all night, when the dogs be out... carve me out, a picture perfect life, will I live it?..run ya part of town, like Emmitt only five mintues in it... milited minded, conbime it with a sentence, all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't consistant... even po-nas they give me mines from a distance, my chain dangle, hold the Henney on a starge ankle... aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' to run ya game to, it's crunch time, I'm servin' 'em when it's lunch time... give me mine, stealin' ya hoe and I throw just one rhyme, yall niggas swealin', my thugs is still dealin', got niggas hittin' the cielin' on them fifty story buildings... flack back the strap, give me that with the quickest...

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To all my thug niggas all around... the muthafuckin' county, nation, worldwide, keep on sittin' in back with that gat keepin' it real...Yall know how it go downnnnn... Fatal dog once again, for my Outlaw niggas... keep it comin', non muthafuckin' stop...
KHADAFI Rest In Peace...
My nigga PAC Rest In Peace...