M.o.b. - Fatal Hussein

Verse one 
I'm livin' in hell  where all these niggaz 
got stories to tell  I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz 
servin' well  and the company I keep  be the scum of the earth 
body tated  hair matted  sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these 
law breakin' niggaz scream  fuck the police 
we gonna ball fo  the lil nigga shit 
what the fuck you figure? 
Timbaland boots  forty fives wit nicket plates 
findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait 
if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em 
all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'em 
Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say 
How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye 
now let's get busy nigga 

Chorus 
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight? 
how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight? 
we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die 
live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x) 

Verse two [Fatal] 
Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in 
on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga 
puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man 
like he blast it off, beyond that, ? 
criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap 
endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit 
so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit 
yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly 
slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin' 
up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop 

Chorus (2x) 

Verse three 
Some niggaz, kinda of coke 
scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you 
Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch 
swingin' tits and ass, pre