Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday, artist - Hussein Fatal.
Date of issue: 23.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everyday |
— Taking off |
— Uh no, everyday in every way |
Verse one |
Gettin’paid, never caught in a raid |
you get sprayed, prayed over and laid down |
pump wit the pound, how that sound |
death befo it’s time, it’s pretty much |
the studio sound, wit the city touch |
I put dimes on ya, commit crime on ya when I get the drop, you got my shines on ya and deadly yacht, so I never get shot |
and this shit so hot, watch it resurrect 'pac |
I got more ways, then some niggas out of state |
and I just hate, when fake doppers throw? |
on my dick, chillin’wit the bitch I ate |
tradin’my thirty-eight, for a fresh nickel plate |
It’s a shooty thang, blowin’ya hood wit mighty bang |
wit the outlaws thugs, in the clubs, where hotties hang |
I know you know, give it up son, slow ya roll |
I throw’em slow, they gonna be the next flow |
-Everyday |
— I bring it to yall, and never know yall |
when ya flip this shit, get thick |
the hollow points, run through ya this outlaw clout, got them thuggs odin' |
the slugs go seein', you cowards supposed to be in |
— Everynight |
— The whole shit, bring ya bold click |
I got a whole clip, I fold chips |
and blast, to leave ya sould rip |
money over bitches, til my casket drop |
I’m reservin’all you niggas, since I mashed with 'pac |
thugged out I’m dyin, Huessin the don |
It’s all about the Benjies, why get friendly, semi |
nasty new, more then vary, blast ya crew |
more to bury, nigga what |
the dog in this, dog in this, what’s the prob |
my outlaw thugs, on a mission to robb |
everyday, problems gettin’sloved kinda critical |
It’s pitiful, all this shit political |
Verse two |
You wanna be a playa? |
let me show ya how |
You wanna be a thug? |
change ya style, blah |
walk pass ya ass, wit the house of ditty-ness |
when ya blast I laugh, like oh my god |
did he miss? |
cuz, yall kids fold cold, in all biz |
get money off small shit, hands off the ruff roll wit it so simple, we can kick it but get no mple |
co went the dilly, you droppin wit foes simple |
— Everyday, ahhha ahhha, everyday |
and everyway, ohhhhhhhhh ohhh |
— Everynigh (hold note) |
Everynight, said I’m tryin’to do whats right |
ahhhhhhh oohhhhhh |
Verse three |
Wilin', kinda play ya like Veit shine |
bomb on ya fake soilders, you know the time |
shine on ya like a rolly, you can’t hold me number one parolly, catchin’hits like a goalie |
jump from jeerz, while New York gettin’money |
E-three-twenty, wit a down to die honey |
beef all ova, naw never in a millon years |
hold ya tears, put ya hands on the ceilin' |
cross ya over boss, and toss you off course |
bow down ya lost, droppin’Fatal tryin’floss |
do ya real dirty, when playas bein’tryin’to serve me throw the skirts in the air, give it up to jersey |
got mo you betta sip it, for the rowdy niggas get cha |
and hit cha, wit some shit ya peoples can’t even picture |
a thug in the club, with a caliber snub |
I know you hate to throw it up, throw it up out of ya love |
— everyday and every way |
haayyyyyyy ahhhhhh yaaaa oh oh no |
— Everynight (hold note) |
— every every night, let me hear ya say |
— Everyday (hold note) |
-Every day and in every way, yeahhhhhha |
— Everynight (hold note) |
— Everynight, said I’m tryin’to do whats right |
said I’m tryin’to do whats right |
— Everyday (hold note) |
— everyday and every way yeahhhhhhhhha |
— Everynight (hold note) |
— Tryin to do whats right, can you feel me can you hear me, hear me say |
— Everyday (hold note) |
— Everyday (hold note) |