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letra de y’all can’t f**k with us - hussein fatal

[verse 1: hussein fatal]
i play the studio like yak got to do and this his spot here
so let a n-gga know if you really want a glock here
this ain’t a game i’m gettin’ all y’all n-ggas
pull back the pump hittin’ all y’all n-ggas
i’m dyin’ for this outlaw sh-t, talk sl!ck
and get your mouth off ripped, n-gga this thug life b-tch
n-ggas claimin’ kadaf, you stuck in time
you better get a name and keep it with them busted rhymes
it’ll never be peace i’ll let it just cleverly cease
i ain’t leave it up to you cowards to be settlin beef
you take ten steps, turn around, draw and drop
you n-ggas die ’cause you’ll never be as raw as pac
f-ck that sh-t in the source, you should have interviewed me coward
but you didn’t of course, i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ y’all
i mash on them n-ggas with that local nonsense
and balled on them b-tches in the coastal conference
outlawz, little j and the mafia n-gga
what you n-ggas gon’ be talkin’ with the glock to ya n-gga? (nothin’)

[chorus]
y’all can’t f-ck with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us
[verse 2: hussein fatal]
[?]—- brings out a plan
ran you juvenile n-ggas to —-[?]
tell you warn your crew, why? them’s your mans
hussein from point blank range and end your fam
i pull out on cops and pull on glocks then put one
up in yo’ head, you sufferin’ dead, a shook one
my frame of mind, got ’em aimin’ blind
bring the shine, you hooked to this game of mine
colossal uphold this, new jersey impostor
unload this wit’ shots to squeeze off on ’em i gots to
cook ya rhytm and ready rock you, steady glock you
it ain’t my fault silkk i shock you
pop you two times, i’m sick wid’it the way i do mines
with a ess-x county bid off a few crimes
i freeze herbs to my n-gga big ab and [?]
blake in nothern state with the eager, i d-serve
a encore, you ain’t paid? what you rhyme for?
my n-ggas is made, buck you times for
more ways to plug you, we never loved you
get off before you get spit on, you fake ass thug you
soft n-ggas ain’t sh-t but some how much you cost n-ggas
up for sale, doubled your contract plus your bail
the f-ck is ya, stuck is ya? play like
you don’t know what’s goin’ on you don’t see no daylight
ya aim good in ya lame hood, and don’t spray right
i’m street minded yo weak rhymes you don’t say right
i ill for real no dramatization
upon my demise, believe me i’ma ride shakin’
sodomize satan with a hot mic and that goes
for all you punk ass ho’s lookin’ for spotlight
did it huh? not quite, we can c-ck
and set fire to yo ass when we heat the spot
to y’all each his own, to us —–[?]
three sixty four fifty two weeks are up
[chorus]
y’all can’t f-ck with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us

[verse 3: hussein fatal]
it’s triple 9 mothaf-ckas gon’ start kissin’ these pistols
i don’t care who you rhyme wit’ or who dissin’ me wit’ you
what, what, what what n-gga? you know the cut
smack yo’ ass to set it off and start f-ckin’ you up
coward, you big homie need a leash and a collar
see i’m the dog catcher ’bout to hollar at the doggfather
n-y-c at m-t-v you sweet b-tch
on the radio when you was talkin’ that peace sh-t
that’s how you be soft, i gotta rebel
hit ’em up had all you n-ggas sell mo’ hotter than h-ll
now you stand around like you got reps and sh-t
when ‘pac was here, n0body was addressed n sh-t
stressed n sh-t, now you coward texin’ sh-t
i came out sayin’ names so who’s next to diss?
what?

[chorus]
ain’t nothin’ f-ckin’ with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us
ain’t nothin’ f-ckin’ with us
y’all can’t f-ck with us
[verse 4: hussein fatal]
show me the money, pull the curtains and let the show start
my crew [?] all over jerz and rep newark
you got something show me, stop frontin’ you know me
vaguely, page me, then come play me, you ain’t crazy
real dramatic and still fanatic
you ain’t a outlaw ’cause you got tatted i throw some shots at it
f-ck you, you love him you gettin’ stuck too
i cut through and leavin’ much of nothin’ to bust to
dawg – you headin’ in the wrong direct-shawn
got a collect-shawn, of n-ggas i put the tech on
merc with the vest on too sl!ck for ya
too [?] swift for your surrender you gon’ get for ya
grab my crotch when i stop
get your girl to suck my d-ck for you been around the world
and brought it back to the bricks for ya
f-ck y’all takin’ bout n-gg-ah?

- hussein fatal

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