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  • (Tame One)
    Wait'll *************z hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight
    from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background
    Stop stressin from the chest up we messed up
    off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch
    Situation like this you get blown to bits
    ****** with this Brick lyricist more complex than the Pyramids
    Here it is Strictly Biz like small print
    In between them bong hits, we drop the strong *************t
    Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with ****** up Timb's
    Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins
    in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man
    Don't give a ************* like Rodman ("What are you doing?")
    With no rings like Patrick Ewing ("What?")
    still I play hard regardless
    Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless
    Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest
    Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis
    Chorus: Fatal Hussein
    Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
    Escapin secret indic******ents, gettin nice all day
    Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers
    Give this letter to the President, before this *************t is over
    (repeat 2X)
    (Fatal Hussein)
    When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name
    Blastin these mother*******s cause they just can't maintain
    Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing
    Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage
    Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics
    My *************t is milk, wearin silk *************rts with chocolates
    Y'all broke and can't cop *************t, I get, physically fit
    on some evil eye ready to die *************t
    This Thug *************t, *************z get beat down and shot up
    I saw this one *************, get stolen on and your soul got up
    Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city
    Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product
    It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic
    You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic
    If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets
    without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot
    Chorus
    (Fatal Hussein)
    We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission
    Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen
    Just a dip on the task, my little *************z on the ave
    Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half
    Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted
    Now run it, I got this ****** drug spot where I want it
    So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got *************t to do
    Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal
    (Tame One)
    *************z get played off to the left like they was southpaws
    Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out
    for what you clock for -- got more than you expected
    When I inject correct *************t, it gets hectic
    ****** comin up with that next *************t, Thug *************z and bugged *************z
    Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight
    We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes
    We throw chains at *******, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches
    Chorus
  • (Tame One)
    Wait'll *************z hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight
    from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background
    Stop stressin from the chest up we messed up
    off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch
    Situation like this you get blown to bits
    ****** with this Brick lyricist more complex than the Pyramids
    Here it is Strictly Biz like small print
    In between them bong hits, we drop the strong *************t
    Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with ****** up Timb's
    Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins
    in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man
    Don't give a ************* like Rodman ("What are you doing?")
    With no rings like Patrick Ewing ("What?")
    still I play hard regardless
    Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless
    Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest
    Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis
    Chorus: Fatal Hussein
    Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
    Escapin secret indic******ents, gettin nice all day
    Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers
    Give this letter to the President, before this *************t is over
    (repeat 2X)
    (Fatal Hussein)
    When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name
    Blastin these mother*******s cause they just can't maintain
    Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing
    Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage
    Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics
    My *************t is milk, wearin silk *************rts with chocolates
    Y'all broke and can't cop *************t, I get, physically fit
    on some evil eye ready to die *************t
    This Thug *************t, *************z get beat down and shot up
    I saw this one *************, get stolen on and your soul got up
    Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city
    Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product
    It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic
    You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic
    If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets
    without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot
    Chorus
    (Fatal Hussein)
    We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission
    Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen
    Just a dip on the task, my little *************z on the ave
    Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half
    Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted
    Now run it, I got this ****** drug spot where I want it
    So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got *************t to do
    Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal
    (Tame One)
    *************z get played off to the left like they was southpaws
    Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out
    for what you clock for -- got more than you expected
    When I inject correct *************t, it gets hectic
    ****** comin up with that next *************t, Thug *************z and bugged *************z
    Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight
    We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes
    We throw chains at *******, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches
    Chorus