Songtext Times wastin' Fatal Hussein

Times wastin'

Verse one
You can't even picture tho'examples, and shit ya wrote
I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throatcarry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggishit's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vestrest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spotsrock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the blockand I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point fivethirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live
I flip, tell'em shit to Nixhang ya picture, throw'em all thatsippin' on that, you ain't hard thatah, you fallin' to buildin'I'm like where's ya heart atI'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk
Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya townand get torn apart, times wastin'Chorus[Singer]- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' onbein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit offhow do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x)[Fatal talkin' over chorus]It's no way out the gameyou can't see it
Verse two
The devil don't want me yet, so I pack tekswritin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep
I handle mics, like Hardawayand never get stripped, bust ya boy shitwhen he ridin' on my dicknigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymesgrabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine
I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tipand use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shitthey scared of me, so they ran and got they homiesthinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonelyfuckm e, just stuck me like you wanna love
I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck meI'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoebeatin' down slow, cuz you niggaz, don't know
Chorus (2x)Verse three
Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south boardmy clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soarI'm bad company, these cats be huntin' mefrontin', and say they dumped at mebut scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quickhave shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acidwhen I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the blockI'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top
I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafinigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockeytold me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliberslipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of yaleaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nasdon't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'nedthese streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shadyif you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin'Chorus (4.5x)