Friday Lyrics by Fatal

Friday Lyrics

    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.....

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