Fatal - Times Wastin' lyrics

Verse one You can't even picture tho' Examples, and sh** ya wrote I run up on ya f*ggot a** fast, and slit ya throat Carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish It's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest Rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and ez spots Rock like holly mzots, one of the top notches of the block And I hardly touch my pz knots, three point five Thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live I flip, tell'em sh** to nix Hang ya picture, throw'em all that Sippin' on that, you ain't hard that Ah, you fallin' to buildin' I'm like where's ya heart at I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk 'cause, b**h wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town And get torn apart, times wastin' Chorus [singer]- it's the life that you live, when your hangin' on Bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you sh** off How do you do it? how do you swing it? (2x) [fatal talkin' over chorus] It's no way out the game You can't see it Verse two The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks Writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep I handle mics, like hardaway And never get stripped, bust ya boy sh** When he ridin' on my dick n***a ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes Grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine I murder n***az, like you on the humble tip And use murderin' al, 'cause he don't bull sh** They scared of me, so they ran and got they homies Thinkin' the tendaroonies, fatal dog, I'll lonely f** me, just stuck me like you wanna love I play every co'na , and ain't a damn n***a stuck me I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe Beatin' down slow, 'cause you n***az, don't know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board My clout board, I'm clockin' spots down south soar I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me Frontin', and say they dumped at me But scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick Have sh**, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid When I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block I'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 kadafi n***a watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey Told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber Slipt ya mellon like galier, when I rip this bumpin up out of ya Leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas Don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned These streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady If you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin' Chorus (4.5x)