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Fatal lyrics Whats Ya Life Worth? lyrics [Bell] [whispers of Outlaw] [Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk a real nigga will pick the time, to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus on the floor spreadin', like diseases sippin' the Henny, who say cool lockin' the Semi Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon) get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon) protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state tryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make the raps better Chorus [Fatal] Whats ya life worth? more then a beef when you got heat, and til scared of the streets how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x) Verse two What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce cuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin' alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin' I got these thugs, and hotties knowin' haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags, and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ? I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero watch me, streets is black hockey their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me Chorus Verse three Back to back, doin' niggas like this when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement ready for cold war, but I remain pateint my sustained, station, name takin' for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin' makin' a switch, from tricks to rich clips to bricks, wit slow dipps turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded toted an broke click, you need a light? I'm a type, that you can smoke dick rock a crew, down to ? like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein jackin' planes, back to ? through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill shot and spin I, wit you got is men I she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter through ya crewshea, devils desire Chorus 1/2 Other Fatal lyrics: Intro * lyrics M.O.B. lyrics Everyday lyrics Friday lyrics Outlaws lyrics Times Wastin' lyrics I Know the Rule lyrics Getto Star lyrics Take Your Time lyrics The World Is Changing lyrics |