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Artist:	Fatal Hussein
Song Title:	Friday
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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' half of our life

Livin' the life of the poor

Losin' sight in the war

You can slice it down precise

Shit's trife around the board

[Verse 2]

We in this thing together

Tryna build the same cheddar

It's strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin' my waist

A fake couldn't relate to,

Drugs and honeys,

My hugs are funny

And thugs blow slugs for the money

Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late nights

Walkin' down New, you betta think twice

This shit ain't right,

It's all wrong,

NARC's we slide on

It ain't safe season

Say it's strength in numbers

We rolled the whole precint

Rev the whip up,

We live '98 stick-ups

Loadin' clips up

That flimsy ass vest we rip up

New Jerz, come check us

But don't test us

Oppose, we throw holes in ya Lexus

Act whatever, clap whatever

When we clap we clap together

Leavin' you cats on the stretcher

O.N.S. and the Embassy,

Outlawz and Pentagon

If it ain't that,

It ain't shit to me

It ain't shit to me

Hook

[Verse 3]

Fake lies, close ya eyes,

Nigga die in the dark

You little hip hop cop,

Playin' spy in the park

We turn schemes to cream

Cause we fiend for green

Wid the cops and streets watchin'

Ain't no need to dream

Codine my team,

Full beam on ya knotty

Killuminati to ya body

Got mooned wid the shotti

Getto star you for Amaru,

Yak see you tomorrow,

I know you here,

These other niggas be like where are you?

The Henny'll start you,

Dirty ever semi I borrow,

No confrontation or quarrel

I can't shake up or startle

The time taker

Tying 'em up like Ron Baker

Here to shake and break 'em down

Like the LA Lakers

I see through 'em

Ain't no tellin' what I'ma bout to leave through 'em

While he lay there I stay there

While the paramedics'll breathe through him

Squeeze through him,

Put the E to him, hit 'em up

He gon' lay there shakin' waitin' for y'all to pick him up

Ya outta there,

Quick as you squeal, I'll appeal

It's kill or be killed,

In this world of free steel

Every crew's a game,

Wearin' blues is strange

From how you move you'll be named

For what you doin' who you claim

You might, think it's a game

From bein' critically acclaimed

A war winner for pitiful game

Fuck wid Hussein

[Verse 4]

From cops got our feet tired

Everybody split up anybody get caught

Son just keep quiet,

These C's watchin' me,

Two CDS' of armed robbery

Terroristic bread and possession of stolen property,

Keep to myself that's how I got to be, cats acknowledge me,

For the simple fact I live everyday of the week periodically

Premeditated robberies, how could you possibly

Mistake Imperial S for a mental or methology

I'm realer than the cats that shot at me

I think I'll probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties,

My hollow ain't easy to swallow,

Like them five dollar bottles,

Kill or be killed's my motto,

I do it cause I got to,

I'ma, straight up commodity

I thug in this society

On the side ah me's my niggas that'll die for me

Would you ride for me?, or get rode on?

Been in this game so long

I kick slick shit in every sentence

Y'all have to grow on,

Throughout my hard times my vision was blind

Hustlin' dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me

I ain't puttin' it in my rhymes

You ain't worth it,

Wid out contact I catch perfect,

Had the heart in front of the crowd

But in your eyes you nervous,

Now start chirpin',

The .38 special start squirtin'

Leave two holes in ya shirt

And put you on the side street hurtin',

Now that's for talkin' out ya person,

(Muthafuckaz)

Fuckaz

[Outro]

Fatal Hussein, Fatal Hussein

Aiyyo, (recognise)

Tell somebody come get me

(O.N.S., Outlaw)

If not I'll be home in like 5

Hahahhahha

Motherfuckin' Friday

(Tick like time)

For all y'all niggas that wanna fuck wit me

Before my shit come out,

It's about to drop too bitch,

(Y'all don't know O.N.S nasty new)

Hey Ric where the fuck the Henny at

Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' three days in the Waker

Ahaha, yo fuck that calender

I ain't for that shit.....

Yo A-rock man,

(Moddy Bang)

It's on for them niggas

(Killa Black)

Killa Black.....

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