Intro Songtext
von Hussein Fatal

You be like the type that come at me, and shoot one at me
Tryna set it, then get another nigga to dead it
Outlawz control heat, ya cold feet remain frozen
That′s the same show thieves that got our whole name stolen
I'm Hussein, flying down 95 with three lanes
Red fitted and blue chain, do one outta these two thangs
Hustle or be hustled, tussle when D′s cuffed
They cheese hush you down when they around and ya knees buckle
Popped up, wopped up, Glock cocked up
Got the cop shot up, 'caine'll shook shop up
I took money, game ′em hard, recruit crooks for me
Keep my finger on the strap ′til the gat lift up
I'm mad frag-silly, Jeep packets, get back silly
We pack mac-millis, you know the science for that It′s niggas tryna rap when I spit it like I'm committed
Triple and double digits, bag whatever bubble wit′ it
All y'all gon′ do is be talkin' while I walk
Towards you or away, either way you playin' ya part
And watch me bop down ya block with my suit and chocolates
On some Death Row ′Pac shit, Outlaw, Kadaf shit
I got this, I′ll let you know you playin' ya self
Ain′t slangin' nann bit of coke, you might be bangin′ ya self
Talk that crew shit, I'm knowin′ already who ain't gon' do shit
Back when Nasty knew it, a little bit of blue shit
Confucius, one D from Jerz, right off Clue shit
Makaveli shit still bangin′, y′all shoulda knew this
Gone niggas gon' ride or die