| Man I cant stand Hussien, put that punk to sleep
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| that nigga fucked my little sister at the comfort suite
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| got her pregnant and everything, and he aint even claim it
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| I do it for any price right now just name it
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| 10 years ago he rapped with Pac, he still think he famous
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| though Ima roll em over with the stainless
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| look at him stuntin, frontin over there at the bar, like a star
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| he aint even got a car and they get in clubs they charge
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| but maybe thats why he’s hood?
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| fuck that nigga, I heard he treat his lil homies no good
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| but thats the nigga they kill fo, and Ima keep it real though
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| the Outlawz jerked him, so he aint really getting real dough
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| fuck that he got something, and I wann take it
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| I aint hating, because he got put on, but I wanna make it
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| this nigga rollin thru the hood like he Akbar, prayin somethin
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| everybody feelin him, so aint nobody saying nothin
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| fuck that shit, he gonna die like me
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| around here I aint trying to let him shine like me
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| so when I catch him
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| Ima stretch him
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| and put him where he suppose to be
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| I hate him, and I dont want that pussy nigga close to me
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| Hook: Hussein Fatal
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| I dont like that nigga, I should kill him right now
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| I dont like his style, and he always stuntin, that nigga foul
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| I should kill him right now man, I dont like that nigga, he stay in the hood
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| big guns, heavy everyday in the hood
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| I dont like that nigga, that nigga foul
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| I should kill him right now
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| Verse 2: Hussein Fatal
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| He so real, its a goddamn shame
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| some fake thugs in the hood want a bullet in his goddamn name
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| but when they see him in person, they repeating his verse’s
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| telling him how he hott, and if he dont eat then its worthless
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| so go ahead try to snapp on him
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| Im going to leave that warnin
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| just seen him in Tabel lounge with the mack on him
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| with a couple of the homies from uptop
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| Pine street bloodz, across the street on the busstop
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| just waitin for you suckers to inch wrong
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| i saw the haters standing there with the waist slim chin chon
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| fuck that, somebody needs to stop him before I do
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| you know the rule all the time, but he aint poppin from my crew
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| that nigga better stay out of the hood
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| and I aint bullshitin, he better stay as faraway as he could
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| any questions he got, Ima answer with the fourty
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| at Deco lounge wit shoes on, dancin with my shorty
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| I heard, I knew that
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| maybe she pushed up on a nigga? |
| na shorty wouldnt do that
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| but I’m talking about the way he be out
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| starin at me, ridin by shooting rocks, like he playin me out
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| and his boyz dont even like him, I know some niggaz from the 'Clair
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| quite, humble niggaz use to sit up on the tier
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| and talk about him wrecklessly
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| so I know he a snake, I dont want that nigga next to me
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| Hook: Hussein Fatal
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| I dont like that nigga, I should kill him right now
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| I dont like his style, and he always stuntin, that nigga foul
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| I should kill him right now man, I dont like that nigga, he stay in the hood
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| big guns, heavy everyday in the hood
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| I dont like that nigga, that nigga foul
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| I should kill him right now
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| Verse 3: Hussein Fatal
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| man that nigga always talking about the shit that he touched
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| all the shit he did with his man, and all the bitches he fucked
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| I wish Kadafi wouldve never introduced him to Pac
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| I know that nigga, they called him Dirty Bruce on the block
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| but wasnt he getting money with some nigga named rich
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| yea, but after that he was back to the same shit
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| all of them niggaz changed, man all of them niggaz strange
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| he came around this bitch, and took all of them niggaz range
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| aint nobody say shit, but they talking it now
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| Finny Mitchell had some niggaz in the park on the ground
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| and he aint get on the floor, he played his part with a frown
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| yea but my party going to stomp me down
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| he the best thats what it is, Ima call for his crown
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| and I aint know him back then, so Ima start with him now
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| I bought a brand new fourty, when I see him its on
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| I aint only blowin the horn, Ima leave him a storm
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| Ima do his ass dirty, in the evilest form
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| next time you hear about him, I guarantee you he gone
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| this nigga rollin thru the hood like he Akbar, prayin somethin
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| everybody feelin him, so aint nobody saying nothin
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| I dont like that nigga |