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Fatal - Friday lyrics
Who dat?, what?, There they go, there they go There they go The same motherfuckers, You know nigga it's fuckin' Friday We doin' it like last Friday (Niggas ain't got shit to do) (So we gon' get fucked up) Who dat? [Verse 1] Bert and Hussein, back to back now that's flammable Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some animals Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable Swervin' through Jerz emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull, Another breath of oxygen, Has is known for oxin' 'em Kool Kas' chrome be droppin' 'em, Killa Kane be lockin' Philipane Drip from a toxic tongue Get done wid it, Out of control like we begun wid it Bricks explode, licked you out the show That nigga Bump did it I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and, Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor league shit Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Khadafi Bringin' the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me, In jail all that I can see provoking hell, Chokin' at a third rail velocity Obviously ya men have, been barkin' up the wrong tree Microphone strong deep bomb first Ya mind burst within a rhyme verse Dirty Bert rehearse the worse of me, The black clip's burnin' me The cat who act fraternity The landscape's redded, Fuck it ya man said it Ya shoulda never let it escape We won't wet it, Squeezing, leavin holes in ya crew, Maestro can stand through, When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you When I pass the Mac to Rock that nigga brand you [Hook] Ten out of ten No ya chance is a ninth We do jail wid no bail Losin' hal |
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