Fatal:
You can't even picture tho', with that little shit you wrote, I run up on ya faget ass fast and slid ya throat... carry my weight like thugish, my bone is thugish ruggish, is on, for storm I'm wearin' a teflon vest dressed in bullets thru rubbish... free spots with knees I, rock like Holly Weeze-ot, one of the top notch, this other block and I hardly touch my peezenot... 3.5 thirties doing dirty twenty-five, for clip money live, I flip tellin' them shits and nitch ya pictures and tho' with all that, slippin' hard tracks you ain't all that... all you fallin' off when I put this bullet in yo chest right where yo heart at... I'm lackin' communication to the nation, I don't wanna talk, cause born to hawk, once start to get down and tone the park...
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Fatal:
The devil don't want me, yet so I pack Techs, writin' out my Wils with a black Ceaserep... I handle Mics like Hardaway, and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit when he ridin' on my dick... nigga ya fouling out, hacking me with the whack rhyme, grabin' ya .9, shootin' scared tryin' to snatch mine... I murder niggas like you on a humble tip, and use a murder Al cause they don't fall shit... they scared of me so they ran and got they homie, thinking they Teneroni's, Fatal dog'll leave 'em lonely... fuck me, just duck me like ya lucky and love me, played every corner ain't a damn nigga stuck me... I'm fresh out of jail and caught a body on a hoe, beating 'em down slow cause yall niggas don't know...
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Fatal:
Immortal Outlaw come hold a Mac eleven south paw, my clout tho' I'm clockin' spots down south so... I'm bad company, these fags be huntin' me, frontin', sayin' they dump with me and scared to smoke a blunt with me... I dump on three and act quick, have shit in my jacket, bullet burn like acid when I'm firing a rabbit... you can take it form the block, I'll be glockin' til I drop, a duce-duce (.22) in my boots with the chocolate on top... I can't be stopped, wild like Al Fula Khadafi, niggas watch me, you told me these streets was black hockey... soley I play the goalie with a cali and split ya melon like allen yo, when I bump the shit up out of ya... heat 'em hot and dishonest, hot spots and corners, don't say I ain't Warn you, when you be got you be gone... the streets ain't half steppin', walk backwards if you shakey, if you ain't jail platey they got places for public safety...
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