Fatal Intro Lyrics

[After about a minute of mixing]
[Bomb explosions, gun shots]

(You know what you be?)

[Fatal]
You be like the type that come at me
And shoot one at me,
Tryna set it,
Then get another n____ to dead it
Outlaws we 'trol heat
Ya cold feet remain frozen
As Hussein show thieves
That got our own name stolen
I'm Hussein,
Flyin' down 95 in two lanes
Wearin' fitted and blue chain
The one out of these two thangs
Hustle or be hustled,
Tussle and these tough
They sheaths hunt you down
When you around and ya knees buckle
Popped up, whopped up, glock c___ed up
An' got ya cop shot up,
Came to shook shop up
I took money, gave 'em horror
Recruit crooks for me
Keep my finger on strap,
'Til the gat looked ugly
I mash fast illy
G-packers get bagged silly
We pack mac millis
You know the science for that
These n____s tryna rap
When I spit it like I'm committed
Wid triple and double digits
Bag whatever bubble wid it
All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk
Wid the war you ball way
Either way you playin' ya partner
Watch me bop down ya block
Wid my suit and chocolates
On some Deathrow Pac s___
Outlaw Khadaf s___, I got this,
I let you know you playin' yourself
Ain't seein' a d___ bit ah c__e
You might be bangin' yaself
Talk that crew s___,
I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do s___,
Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue s___
Confucious, run deep from Jerz,
Right off clue s___
Makaveli s___ still bangin'
Y'all shoulda knew this

Y'all n____s gon' ride or die