Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outlaws, artist - Hussein Fatal. Date of issue: 23.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Outlaws |
| O.n.s. |
| in this mother fucker |
| We got the plague in this mother fucker |
| The pentagon in this mother fucker |
| Around these blocks |
| You know these hot glocks |
| Cock till you drop |
| All you wanna-be cops |
| You dont wanna see shots |
| I beef deep with the police |
| Beat what the streets do to me |
| Actin all new to me Ill creep on you like puberty |
| You dont wanna see the bad image |
| Of this primace |
| From here to east crems |
| Through every state with a sentence |
| Frozen weight in a couther |
| Six plates to soup ya On due we always cruise |
| Right by the state troopers |
| When Im drinkin with sal |
| I start thinkin bout al Ricardi coverin my body |
| At the rink when I wow |
| I bag a hotty or two |
| This but a shotty for you |
| I got more bodies than drew |
| I drink mine naughty or new |
| Fuck your crew |
| This type of shit we do for a petty hobby |
| Fuck the whole world |
| This fatal dawg against everybody (its on) |
| Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard |
| Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these breaks |
| That shit we dont got be that shit we gotta take |
| Its the merciless x Like malcolm |
| Black as a falcon |
| How many shots I left depressed in your chest |
| I wasnt countin |
| But your back exploded (blaw!) |
| I episoded, with the weapon loaded |
| Let the next opponent |
| Get possessed with this merciless omen |
| The coldest crome to your dome |
| Sewn and holdin its own |
| Let the barrel announce my ferocity |
| Twist spacious velocities |
| For haters watchin me Make your block an atrocity |
| Break you down microscopic |
| Only doctors see, what the topic be Drama through your armor |
| Bustin my two through your school of piranhas |
| My soldiers disapprove of your honor |
| We close captives, no conclusions |
| Let the revolver solve it Evolve in this evolution |
| We shootin and pollutin |
| Pass the heat |
| And let me wave it in the air (air) |
| Guns bust, cowards fall |
| Niggaz just dont care (care) |
| To my lord I swear |
| We aint never playin fair (fair) |
| On the streets you cant sleep |
| When the outlawz there |
| I know its rainin on your block nigga (nigga) |
| You cant quit it And youre prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga) |
| You shouldnt of did it On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death) |
| Still thuggin on the streets (yeah) |
| Cause we the last ones left |
| I take this thug shit seriously |
| Bought dirty gats with dope money |
| Atf cant fuck with me My soldiers be All there quiet |
| Im holdin my crotch |
| Sippin henne nigga |
| Youre life or youre not |
| Thug life my life |
| It dont stop |
| Its never too hot |
| And when I die I greet haze with glocks |
| Young crazy californians |
| Postin bout six in the mornin |
| On a quest to take the breath of my opponent |
| Them alls cant live |
| My cousins invite guns in they crib |
| Honey Im home |
| Now nigga youre gone |
| Your bitch sing them songs |
| Like baritones to the rollers |
| When I saw her, I dumped on her |
| Like I supposed to Now tell me whats funk without a mob year |
| And tell me whats a shrow without a witness |
| I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs |
| From c.a. |
| to n.j. |
| mac mall be outlaws |
| Vocally undestructible |
| Your crew aint got enough |
| To go clip to clip |
| When we shootin out on the strip |
| Cause Im untouchable |
| Ill blast your |
| Chest through your back with kastro |
| Oh you aint scared? |
| What the fuck you walkin so fast for? |
| Is you with me or against me Dont run up on me and tempt me To have your faggot ass bagged |
| Like a mother fuckin empty |
| And simply vengeance of dogs |
| We gets a real nigga |
| Let me borrow your bitch |
| And watch me go and chill with her |
| On a rise no lie |
| Go against me and die |
| Baby gated like a hive |
| On the side of me with a nine |
| Believe me This shit makes circumstances much more devious |
| My murderous material |
| Got shorties livin mischievous |
| Smokin em is the easiest |
| The hard part is dealin with the fact |
| That I made it through rap |
| And gotta go back to killin |
| Cause broke niggaz be illin |
| Wantin money for a shoot or somethin |
| But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin |
| Yeah, we doubt yall cause we outlaws |
| You better know breakin it all |
| Tappin your pocket and your jaw |
| In one swing nigga |
| Merciless x, fatal hussein, nigga |
| This aint no game |
| We re-arrange your whole frame |
| Word is born, all yall niggaz better maintain |
| I leave a chain of blood stains |
| Represent, never hesitant |
| All we out for is fuckin dead presidents |
| What? |
| hah, what? |
| yeah, it aint hard to find |
| Out with nicco storm and its on Droppin bombs like vietnam |
| What you niggaz want? |
| Fatal hussein all seven |
| You niggaz better know we pledgin |
| And thats my word, pentagon |
| And Im in this on |