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Fatal - Outlaws lyrics
[Fatal - talking] O.N.S. in this mother fucker We got The Plague in this mother fucker The Pentagon in this mother fucker [Verse 1 - Fatal] Around these blocks You know these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here to East Crems Through every state with a sentence Frozen weight in a couther Six plates to soup ya On due we always cruise Right by the state troopers When I'm drinkin with Sal I start thinkin 'bout Al Ricardi coverin my body At the rink when I wow I bag a hotty or two This but a shotty for you I got more bodies than Drew I drink mine naughty or new Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world This Fatal dawg against everybody (It's on) Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard Outlaw, Outlaw, we rate these breaks That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take [Verse 2 - Merciless X] It's the merciless X Like Malcolm Black as a falcon How many shots I left depressed in your chest I wasn't countin But your back exploded (blaw!) I episoded, with the weapon loaded Let the next opponent Get possessed with this merciless omen The coldest crome to your dome Sewn and holdin it's own Let the barrel announce my ferocity Twist spacious velocities For haters watchin me Make your block an atrocity Break you down microscopic Only doctors see, what the topic be Drama through your armor Bustin my two |
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