Lyrics Whats ya life worth? Fatal Hussein

Whats ya life worth?

[Bell][whispers of Outlaw][Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk a real nigga will pick the time, to go what Verse one
Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzygive me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesuson the floor spreadin', like diseasessippin' the Henny, who say cool lockin' the SemiAutomatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static eruptsyou stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss inknow all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitchname glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it)it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shootylayin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadaficuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gearlike I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tearshootin' and popluting, ya atmospherewit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' statetryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to makelaid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground'so maybe six feet, will make the raps better
Chorus [Fatal]Whats ya life worth? more then a beefwhen you got heat, and til scared of the streetshow you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and causewit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars
Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffinmy life is hunted, I'm confused and fondif my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x)Verse two
What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'emthe first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'emain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came forin plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bouncecuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin'alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin'I got these thugs, and hotties knowin'haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags, and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ?I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and
Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zerowatch me, streets is black hockeytheir's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top meChorus
Verse three
Back to abck, doin' niggas like thiswhen I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip
Thug Life, the type to swollow a bibleI'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mackso I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliationblame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probationallagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basementready for cold war, but I remain pateintmy sustained, station, name takin'for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin'makin' a switch, from tricks to richclips to bricks, wit slow dippsturn in to dough hits, look at slowly, foldedtoted an broke click, you need a lightà I'm a type, that you can smoke dickrock a crew, down to ?like Makaveli, crack frames like Husseinjackin' planes, back to 'through the crack of the ice, I surface like a sealnew rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chillshot and spin I, wit you got is men Ishe top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid Irock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatterthrough ya crewshea, devils desire
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