Getto Star Lyrics - Singles - Fatal

Wait'll niggaz 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 

Fuckin' 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 shit 

Chicken heads say, "Who him?" with fucked up Timb's 

Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin' up the Benjamins 

In city tenements, the Boom Squadron odd man 

Don't give a fuck 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 

Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day 

Escapin' secret indictments, gettin' nice all day 

Don't let 'em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers 

Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over 

Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day 

Escapin' secret indictments, gettin' nice all day 

Don't let 'em fold ya, Outlaws, the Getto Star soldiers 

Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over 

When Hussein aim, puttin' they brains on walls like Tame name 

Blastin' these motherfuckers '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 shit is milk, wearin' silk shirts with chocolates 

Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit 

On some evil eye ready to die shit 

This thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up 

I saw this one nigga, 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 

Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day 

Escapin' secret indictments, gettin' nice all day 

Don't let 'em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers 

Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over 

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 niggaz 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 fuckin' drug spot where I want it 

So don't be dissin' new, when you ain't got shit to do 

Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal 

Niggaz 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 shit, it gets hectic 

Fuckin' comin' up with that next shit 

Thug niggaz and bugged niggaz 

Luce, steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight 

We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin' through the lanes 

We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches 

Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day 

Escapin' secret indictments, gettin' nice all day 

Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers 

Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over