[After about a minute of mixing]   [Bomb explosions, gun shots]      (You know what you be?)      [Fatal]   You be like the type that come at me   And shoot one at me,   Tryna set it,   Then get another nigga to dead it   Outlaws we 'trol heat   Ya cold feet remain frozen   As Hussein show thieves   That got our own name stolen   I'm Hussein,   Flyin' down 95 in two lanes   Wearin' fitted and blue chain   The one out of these two thangs   Hustle or be hustled,   Tussle and these tough   They sheaths hunt you down   When you around and ya knees buckle   Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up   An' got ya cop shot up,   Came to shook shop up   I took money, gave 'em horror   Recruit crooks for me   Keep my finger on strap,   'Til the gat looked ugly   I mash fast illy   G-packers get bagged silly   We pack mac millis   You know the science for that   These niggas tryna rap   When I spit it like I'm committed   Wid triple and double digits   Bag whatever bubble wid it   All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk   Wid the war you ball way   Either way you playin' ya partner   Watch me bop down ya block   Wid my suit and chocolates   On some Deathrow Pac shit   Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this,   I let you know you playin' yourself   Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke   You might be bangin' yaself   Talk that crew shit,   I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit,   Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit   Confucious, run deep from Jerz,   Right off clue shit   Makaveli shit still bangin'   Y'all shoulda knew this      Y'all niggas gon' ride or die