Getto Star - Fatal Hussein

featuring Tame One 

[Tame One] 
Wait'll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight 
from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background 
Stop stressin from the chest up  we messed up 
off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch 
Situation like this  you get blown to bits 
Fuckin with this Brick lyricist  more complex than the Pyramids 
Here it is  Strictly Biz like small print 
In between them bong hits, we drop the strong shit 
Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with fucked up Timb's 
Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins 
in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man 
Don't give a fuck like Rodman ("What are you doing?") 
With no rings like Patrick Ewing ("What?") 
still I play hard regardless 
Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless 
Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest 
Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis 

Chorus: Fatal Hussein 

Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day 
Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day 
Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers 
Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over 
(repeat 2X) 

[Fatal Hussein] 
When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name 
Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain 
Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing 
Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage 
Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics 
My shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolates 
Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit 
on some evil eye ready to die shit 
This Thug shit, niggaz get beat do