Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friday, artist - Hussein Fatal. Date of issue: 23.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Friday |
| Who dat?, what?, |
| There they go, there they go There they go The same motherfuckers, |
| You know nigga its fuckin friday |
| We doin it like last friday |
| (niggas aint got shit to do) |
| (so we gon get fucked up) |
| Who dat? |
| Bert and hussein, back to back now thats 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 dont deserve to pull, |
| Another breath of oxygen, |
| Has is known for oxin em Kool 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 nigga bump did it I block, like murdock, army fatigued and, |
| Bout to store blocks an fort knox ya minor league shit |
| Breathe this, ballistic, shell like khadafi |
| Bringin the blizzards when I make bail you cant 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 clips burnin me The cat who act fraternity |
| The landscapes redded, |
| Fuck it ya man said it Ya shoulda never let it escape |
| We wont wet it, |
| Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew, |
| Maestro can stand through, |
| When I pass the mac to rock that nigga brand you |
| When I pass the mac to rock that nigga brand you |
| 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 |
| Shits trife around the board |
| We in this thing together |
| Tryna build the same cheddar |
| Its strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin my waist |
| A fake couldnt 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 shit aint right, |
| Its all wrong, |
| Narcs we slide on It aint safe season |
| Say its strength in numbers |
| We rolled the whole precint |
| Rev the whip up, |
| We live 98 stick-ups |
| Loadin clips up That flimsy ass vest we rip up New jerz, come check us But dont 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 aint that, |
| It aint shit to me It aint shit to me Hook |
| Fake lies, close ya eyes, |
| Nigga 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 |
| Aint 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 niggas be like where are you? |
| The hennyll start you, |
| Dirty ever semi I borrow, |
| No confrontation or quarrel |
| I cant 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 Aint no tellin what ima bout to leave through em While he lay there I stay there |
| While the paramedicsll breathe through him |
| Squeeze through him, |
| Put the e to him, hit em up He gon lay there shakin waitin for yall to pick him up Ya outta there, |
| Quick as you squeal, Ill appeal |
| Its kill or be killed, |
| In this world of free steel |
| Every crews a game, |
| Wearin blues is strange |
| From how you move youll be named |
| For what you doin who you claim |
| You might, think its a game |
| From bein critically acclaimed |
| A war winner for pitiful game |
| Fuck wid hussein |
| From cops got our feet tired |
| Everybody split up anybody get caught |
| Son just keep quiet, |
| These cs watchin me, |
| Two cds of armed robbery |
| Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property, |
| Keep to myself thats 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 |
| Im realer than the cats that shot at me |
| I think Ill probably, ride by and let em sample the varieties, |
| My hollow aint easy to swallow, |
| Like them five dollar bottles, |
| Kill or be killeds my motto, |
| I do it cause I got to, |
| Ima, straight up commodity |
| I thug in this society |
| On the side ah mes my niggas thatll die for me Would you ride for me?, or get rode on? |
| Been in this game so long |
| I kick slick shit in every sentence |
| Yall have to grow on, |
| Throughout my hard times my vision was blind |
| Hustlin dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me I aint puttin it in my rhymes |
| You aint 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 thats for talkin out ya person, |
| (muthafuckaz) |
| Fuckaz |
| Fatal hussein, fatal hussein |
| Aiyyo, (recognise) |
| Tell somebody come get me |
| (o.n.s., outlaw) |
| If not Ill be home in like 5 |
| Hahahhahha |
| Motherfuckin friday |
| (tick like time) |
| For all yall niggas that wanna fuck wit me Before my shit come out, |
| Its about to drop too bitch, |
| (yall dont know o.n.s nasty new) |
| Hey ric where the fuck the henny at Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin three days in the waker |
| Ahaha, yo fuck that calender |
| I aint for that shit… |
| Yo a-rock man, |
| (moddy bang) |
| Its on for them niggas |
| (killa black) |
| Killa black… |