Tekst :

[Airplane]- Taking off
[Singer]- Uh no, everyday in every way

Verse one
Gettin paid, never caught in a raid
you get sprayed, prayed over and laid down
pump wit the pound, how that sound
death befo it s time, it s pretty much
the studio sound, wit the city touch
I put dimes on ya, commit crime on ya
when I get the drop, you got my shines on ya
and deadly yacht, so I never get shot
and this shit so hot, watch it resurrect pac
I got more ways, then some niggas out of state
and I just hate, when fake doppers throw ?
on my dick, chillin wit the bitch I ate
tradin my thirty-eight, for a fresh nickel plate
It s a shooty thang, blowin ya hood wit mighty bang
wit the outlaws thugs, in the clubs, where hotties hang
I know you know, give it up son, slow ya roll
I throw em slow, they gonna be the next flow

Chorus
[Singer]-Everyday
[Fatal]- I bring it to yall, and never know yall
when ya flip this shit, get thick
the hollow points, run through ya
this outlaw clout, got them thuggs odin
the slugs go seein , you cowards supposed to be in
[Singer]- Everynight
[Fatal]- The whole shit, bring ya bold click
I got a whole clip, I fold chips
and blast, to leave ya sould rip
money over bitches, til my casket drop
I m reservin all you niggas, since I mashed with pac
thugged out I m dyin, Huessin the don
It s all about the Benjies, why get friendly,semi
nasty new, more then vary, blast ya crew
more to bury, nigga what
the dog in this, dog in this, what s the prob
my outlaw thugs, on a mission to robb
everyday, problems gettin sloved kinda critical
It s pitiful, all this shit political

Verse two
You wanna be a playa?
let me show ya how
You wanna be a thug?
change ya style, blah
walk pass ya ass, wit the house of ditty-ness
when ya blast I laugh, like oh my god
did he miss? cuz, yall kids fold cold, in all biz
get money off small shit, hands off the ruff roll wit it
so simple, we can kick it but get no mple
co went the dilly, you droppin wit foes simple

Chorus
[Singer]- Everyday, ahhha ahhha, everyday
and everyway, ohhhhhhhhh ohhh
[Backround]- Everynigh(hold note)
Everynight, said I m tryin to do whats right
ahhhhhhh oohhhhhh

Verse three
Wilin , kinda play ya like Veit shine
bomb on ya fake soilders, you know the time
shine on ya like a rolly, you can t hold me
number one parolly, catchin hits like a goalie
jump from jeerz, while New York gettin money
E-three-twenty, wit a down to die honey
beef all ova, naw never in a millon years
hold ya tears, put ya hands on the ceilin
cross ya over boss, and toss you off course
bow down ya lost, droppin Fatal tryin floss
do ya real dirty, when playas bein tryin to serve me
throw the skirts in the air, give it up to jersey
got mo you betta sip it, for the rowdy niggas get cha
and hit cha, wit some shit ya peoples can t even picture
a thug in the club, with a caliber snub
I know you hate to throw it up, throw it up out of ya love

Chorus
[Singer]- everyday and every way
haayyyyyyy ahhhhhh yaaaa oh oh no
[Backround]- Everynight(hold note)
[Singer]- every every night, let me hear ya say
[Backround]- Everyday(hold note)
[Singer]-Every day and in every way, yeahhhhhha
[Backround]- Everynight(hold note)
[Singer]- Everynight, said I m tryin to do whats right
said I m tryin to do whats right
[Backround]- Everyday(hold note)
[Singer]- everyday and every way yeahhhhhhhhha
[Backround]- Everynight(hold note)
[Singer]- Tryin to do whats right, can you feel me
can you hear me, hear me say
[Backround]- Everyday(hold note)
[Singer]- Everyday(hold note)

Tekst :

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.....

Tekst :

[Bell]
[whispers of Outlaw]
[Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don t wanna die
stop all that bull shit frontin and all that talk
a real nigga will pick the time, to go what

Verse one
Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy
give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus
on the floor spreadin , like diseases
sippin the Henny, who say cool lockin the Semi
Automatic, niggas jumpin like acrobatics, when static erupts
you stuck, wit no fuckin bucket to piss in
know all you cowards goin miss in, heres a bitch
name glock you blockin me, to be kissin (I said it)
it s like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)
protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin shooty
layin it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi
cuttin ya ear to ear, fittin these niggas head gear
like I m county bound, wilin from to tear to tear
shootin and popluting, ya atmosphere
wit crates and waste, waitin through the fuckin state
tryin come up in this world, cuz it s money to make
laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
so maybe six feet, will make the raps better

Chorus [Fatal]
Whats ya life worth? more then a beef
when you got heat, and til scared of the streets
how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause
wit cha soul, departin slow, still shootin for the stars

Some times, I feel that I m a dead man walkin
wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
my life is hunted, I m confused and fond
if my blood stop pourin , I regulate like I was born (2x)

Verse two
What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread em
the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet em
ain t nobody gettin out alive, if I don t get that melt that I came for
in plus a muthafuckin ounce and bounce
cuz, I m on that type of shit, nobody be knowin
alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I m blowin
I got these thugs, and hotties knowin
haulin ass, wit Daz, and money bags,
and the ass of the shooty showin , play the ?
I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and
Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero
watch me, streets is black hockey
their s rules in the game, that s never let a cop top me

Chorus

Verse three
Back to back, doin niggas like this
when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip
Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible
I m a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack
so I don t miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation
blame ya legislation, for puttin me on probation
allagations facin the nation, so poor I m in the basement
ready for cold war, but I remain pateint
my sustained, station, name takin
for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin brain shakin
makin a switch, from tricks to rich
clips to bricks, wit slow dipps
turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded
toted an broke click, you need a light?
I m a type, that you can smoke dick
rock a crew, down to ?
like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein
jackin planes, back to ?
through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal
new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill
shot and spin I, wit you got is men I
she top they droppin did I, you got popped in the lid I
rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter
through ya crewshea, devils desire

Chorus 1/2

Mi hanno insegnato stai riparato che non sbagli mai
Basta un minuto quello sbagliato per mettersi nei guai sono
Cresciuto non l’ho ancora imparato e una ragione c’è
Penso che questo mondo riguardi anche me

Non sono nato per stare bendato e dire soltanto si
Non posso stare fermo buono...

Reflecting on what s been
Though past will be future
When again yesterday to be made

For me hazy times fume all around
Burning grass in a field of endless supplies
Tall people casting shadows on the short
Little people running circles round...

Once a mighty tribe full of pride
one with nature till white man arrived
They came for trade in name of their king
Exchanging slavery and hate

Dying of violence and foreign disease
Defending their holy ground
Their native belief

Exiled from their land
Deprived from their faith
Brave warriors...

Empty again
Sunken down so far
So scared to fall
I might not get up again

So I lay at your feet
All my brokenness
I carry all of my burdens to you

Chorus:

All of these things

Djobi, djoba [englisch]

Hey Baby
I can not find you lonely on the streets
I feel in love
I feel sad and lonely
Djobi, Djoba, each day I love you more (repeat 6 times)
I don t care of the distance
I won t be away from...