Hussein Fatal The Wrap [Freestyle][*] Lyrics
[Ja Rule]
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up n____
Haha, life is good . . . a yo
It's a reality that . . . all the real n____z
Have to smash on the b____ n____s
And you know I like to call this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse]
It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that c___ and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You n____z don't give a f___, mobbed up in H2s
n____z is tlaking s___, aw b____, that's old news
They say I rap to rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all n____z rappin' it too
He's like "Baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it to you
The same way that we gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Loose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use n____
Cause Rule's the truth n____, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul
n____z wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast
Dre Day's been dead a long time ago
Respect the Inc/Row/Rap-A-Lot collabo
Just know that you n____ ain't save on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.
I'm still wishing y'all the R.I.P.
Can I Live, for I D.I.E.
I'm talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count your losses
[Fatal Hussein]
Now before they start runnin' they lips
I thought I should warn these m_________ers, there's a gun in this b____
And I know he's got one on his hip
But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got the Drops
All it takes is a c___ and a pop
Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales
Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts
They told me J.Prince runnin' the south
And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth
I got bricks for days, d___s to make a b____ behave
Had to baldhead my s___ threw, had to switch the waves
Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat
Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm
You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow
I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow
Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a threat
Fire up the air, wholes in the tec
to put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, n____ I'm so cool
b____es say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school
In the club posted, s_____ing hoes with no jewels
n____
[Ja Rule talking]
You know
As the world turns, these b____ n____z is runnin'
and hiding and s___ (You know these m_________ers be ducking' hidin')
But I'm f___ing chasin y'all f__gots
All across the globe (Smashing they a__)
Out the back of BET, out the back of clubs
n____, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO m_________IN' CLUBS, nowhere
n____, BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF you f___ING CLOWNs
You n____z is f___ing clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll m_________in'
b____ a__ n____z down, it's a wrap n____z, it's a wrap n____z
it's a wrap n____z, it's a wrap n____z
A yo, this n____, this n____ runnin' around talkin' about
"I got shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be m_________in' sympathetic
A yo 50, pull your skirt down B,
A yo, n____z get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder Inc s___ . . . b____ a__ n____
WE OUT
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