Fatal Hussein: Ghetto star

feat. Tame One[Tame One] Wait'll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background Stop stressin from the chest up, we messed up off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch Situation like this, you get blown to bits Fuckin with this Brick lyricist, more complex than the Pyramids Here it is, Strictly Biz like small print In between them bong hits, we drop the strong shit Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with fucked up Timb's Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man Don't give a fuck like Rodman ("What are you doing?") With no rings like Patrick Ewing ("What?") still I play hard regardless Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis Chorus: Fatal Hussein Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over (repeat 2X) [Fatal Hussein] When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics My shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolates Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit on some evil eye ready to die shit This Thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot Chorus [Fatal Hussein] We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the ave Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted Now run it, I got this fuckin drug spot where I want it So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got shit to do Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal [Tame One] Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out for what you clock for -- got more than you expected When I inject correct shit, it gets hectic Fuckin comin up with that next shit, Thug niggaz and bugged niggaz Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches Chorus