Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time's Wastin', artist - Hussein Fatal.
Date of issue: 23.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Time's Wastin' |
Verse one |
You can’t even picture tho' |
examples, and shit ya wrote |
I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat |
carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish |
it’s on from storm, I’m wearin’the teflon vest |
rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spots |
rock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the block |
and I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point five |
thirtys doin’dirty twenty five, to glit money live |
I flip, tell’em shit to Nix |
hang ya picture, throw’em all that |
sippin’on that, you ain’t hard that |
ah, you fallin’to buildin' |
I’m like where’s ya heart at |
I’m lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk |
Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won’t slove ya town |
and get torn apart, times wastin' |
— It's the life that you live, when your hangin’on |
bein’a thug, and you tryin’to get you shit off |
how do you do it? |
How do you swing it? |
(2x) |
It’s no way out the game |
you can’t see it Verse two |
The devil don’t want me yet, so I pack teks |
writin’out my will, wit a black cease a rep |
I handle mics, like Hardaway |
and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit |
when he ridin’on my dick |
nigga ya foulin’out, hackin’me wit the wack rhymes |
grabin’ya nine, shootin’scared tryin’snatch mine |
I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip |
and use murderin’Al, cuz he don’t bull shit |
they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies |
thinkin’the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I’ll lonely |
fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love |
I play every co’na, and ain’t a damn nigga stuck me |
I’m fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe |
beatin’down slow, cuz you niggaz, don’t know |
Verse three |
Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board |
my clout board, i’m clockin’spots down south soar |
I’m bad company, these cats be huntin’me |
frontin', and say they dumped at me but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick |
have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid |
when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block |
I’ll be glockin’till I drop, a deuce deuce |
on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top |
I can’t be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi |
nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey |
told me I’ll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber |
slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co’nas |
don’t say I ain’t wanted, when you be got you’ll be co’ned |
these streets ain’t half steppin', they got weapons for ain’t shady |
if you ain’t shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin' |