Fatal Friday Lyrics

In the Line of Fire Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 M. O. B
  • 3 Everyday
  • 4 Friday
  • 5 I Know the Rules
  • 6 Outlaws
  • 7 Time's Wastin'
  • 8 What's Your Life Worth?
  • 9 Getto Star
  • 10 Take Your Time
  • 11 The World Is Changing
  • Who dat?, what?,
    There they go, there they go
    There they go
    The same ************s,
    You know ***** it`s ****in` Friday
    We doin` it like last Friday
    (*****s ain`t got **** to do)
    (So we gon` get ****ed up)
    Who dat?

    [Verse 1]
    Bert and Hussein, back to back now that`s flammable
    Smokin` ya brain, attack the track like we some animals
    Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
    Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
    Swervin` through Jerz emerge and serve you don`t deserve to pull,
    Another breath of oxygen,
    Has is known for oxin` `em
    cool Kas` chrome be droppin` `em,
    Killa Kane be lockin` Philipane
    Drip from a toxic tongue
    Get done wid it,
    Out of control like we begun wid it
    Bricks explode, licked you out the show
    That ***** Bump did it
    I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and,
    Bout to store blocks an` Fort Knox ya minor league ****
    Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Khadafi
    Bringin` the blizzards when I make bail you can`t stop me,
    In jail all that I can see provoking hell,
    Chokin` at a third rail velocity
    Obviously ya men have, been barkin` up the wrong tree
    Microphone strong deep bomb first
    Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse
    Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me,
    The black clip`s burnin` me
    The cat who act fraternity
    The landscape`s redded,
    **** it ya man said it
    Ya shoulda never let it escape
    We won`t wet it,
    Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew,
    Maestro can stand through,
    When I pass the Mac to Rock that ***** brand you
    When I pass the Mac to Rock that ***** brand you

    [Hook]
    Ten out of ten
    No ya chance is a ninth
    We do jail wid no bail
    Losin` half of our life
    Livin` the life of the poor
    Losin` sight in the war
    You can slice it down precise
    ****`s trife around the board

    [Verse 2]
    We in this thing together
    Tryna build the same cheddar
    It`s strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin` my waist
    A fake couldn`t relate to,
    Drugs and honeys,
    My hugs are funny
    And thugs blow slugs for the money
    Gunshots, mobbin` up quiet late nights
    Walkin` down New, you betta think twice
    This **** ain`t right,
    It`s all wrong,
    NARC`s we slide on
    It ain`t safe season
    Say it`s strength in numbers
    We rolled the whole precint
    Rev the whip up,
    We live `98 stick-ups
    Loadin` clips up
    That flimsy *** vest we rip up
    New Jerz, come check us
    But don`t test us
    Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus
    Act whatever, clap whatever
    When we clap we clap together
    Leavin` you cats on the stretcher
    O.N.S. and the Embassy,
    Outlawz and Pentagon
    If it ain`t that,
    It ain`t **** to me
    It ain`t **** to me

    Hook
    [Verse 3]
    Fake lies, close ya eyes,
    ***** die in the dark
    You little hip hop cop,
    Playin` spy in the park
    We turn schemes to cream
    Cause we fiend for green
    Wid the cops and streets watchin`
    Ain`t no need to dream
    Codine my team,
    Full beam on ya knotty
    Killuminati to ya body
    Got mooned wid the shotti
    Getto star you for Amaru,
    Yak see you tomorrow,
    I know you here,
    These other *****s be like where are you?
    The Henny`ll start you,
    Dirty ever semi I borrow,
    No confrontation or quarrel
    I can`t shake up or startle
    The time taker
    Tying `em up like Ron Baker
    Here to shake and break `em down
    Like the LA Lakers
    I see through `em
    Ain`t no tellin` what I`ma bout to leave through `em
    While he lay there I stay there
    While the paramedics`ll breathe through him
    Squeeze through him,
    Put the E to him, hit `em up
    He gon` lay there shakin` waitin` for y`all to pick him up
    Ya outta there,
    Quick as you squeal, I`ll appeal
    It`s kill or be killed,
    In this world of free steel
    Every crew`s a game,
    Wearin` blues is strange
    From how you move you`ll be named
    For what you doin` who you claim
    You might, think it`s a game
    From bein` critically acclaimed
    A war winner for pitiful game
    **** wid Hussein

    [Verse 4]
    From cops got our feet tired
    Everybody split up anybody get caught
    Son just keep quiet,
    These C`s watchin` me,
    Two CDS` of armed robbery
    Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property,
    Keep to myself that`s how I got to be, cats acknowledge me,
    For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically
    Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly
    Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology
    I`m realer than the cats that shot at me
    I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
    My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
    Like them five dollar bottles,
    Kill or be killed`s my motto,
    I do it cause I got to,
    I`ma, straight up commodity
    I thug in this society
    On the side ah me`s my *****s that`ll die for me
    Would you ride for me?, or get rode on?
    Been in this game so long
    I kick slick **** in every sentence
    Y`all have to grow on,
    Throughout my hard times my vision was blind
    Hustlin` dimes fake *****s want to beef wid me
    I ain`t puttin` it in my rhymes
    You ain`t worth it,
    Wid out contact I catch perfect,
    Had the heart in front of the crowd
    But in your eyes you nervous,
    Now start chirpin`,
    The .38 special start squirtin`
    Leave two holes in ya shirt
    And put you on the side street hurtin`,
    Now that`s for talkin` out ya person,
    (Mutha****az)
    ****az

    [Outro]
    Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein
    Aiyyo, (recognise)
    Tell somebody come get me
    (O.N.S., Outlaw)
    If not I`ll be home in like 5
    Hahahhahha
    **********in` Friday
    (Tick like time)
    For all y`all *****s that want to **** wit me
    Before my **** come out,
    It`s about to drop too *****,
    (Y`all don`t know O.N.S nasty new)
    Hey Ric where the **** the Henny at
    Three hundred and sixty **********in` three days in the Waker
    Ahaha, yo **** that calendar
    I ain`t for that ****.....
    Yo A-rock man,
    (Moddy Bang)
    It`s on for them *****s
    (Killa Black)
    Killa Black.....

    Written by: Algernod Washington, Jonathan R Rotem
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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