Blood In, Blood Out

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Slam the door, lock the key
'Cause I never learned to live life properly
Will I die here? Yeah, possibly
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me
Thug in thug out is my philosophy
Murder, the only way that it gots to be
Can't sleep, my enemies throwin' shots at me
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me

[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal]
It's a known fact that I'ma whip out, cock and blap gats
Slip out rocks in crack pats I'ma holla back
I want it all, you don't get a dolla back
Now put your guns and your plans alongside of that
Hold ya head nigga follow the reaper
The forty four shook him ,made him think he swallowed the beeper
We made niggas, barricade the bitch made niggas
Get penny of gay niggas that get sprayed nigga
Old news, I fool you know why the hold tunes
Break out with the kk and remember you old fool
Words to my last don, that passed on
Get my blast on, wit' my gloves and my mask 'till my ass gone
Keep a mash on above all niggas
To all my dead homies, I love my niggas
Throw your guns in the air, release them shots
And if you thug mothafucker show some peace to pac (Tell him)

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Slam the door, lock the key
'Cause I never learned to live life properly
Will I die here? Yeah, possibly
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me
Thug in thug out is my philosophy
Murder, the only way that it's got to be
Can't sleep, my enemies throwin' shots at me
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
...I'm probably gettin'
Punished for them bitch ass niggas that talk slick
Always talk shit and ain't gon' never do shit
Ya crew hit, shit I see ya niggas that war
Carry burners but see you never touched the trigger before
What you gon do when they come for you?
Tell what? Nigga? Run for who?
Nothin' to stand for, nothin' to cry for
Got nothin' to live for, find somethin' to die for
Mothafuck y'all, we keepin' all things real
Don't hate the player hate the game, we can all bring steel
It's on and poppin' rob with twin Glock tens
Niggas [?] now should have rode for Pac then
Kadafi in my mind when I close my eyes
Chose to ride and die, I unload my nine
Expose ya kind, couldn't keep Pac alive
So I'm mashin' for my dream nigga gots to ride (Tell 'em)

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Slam the door, lock the key
'Cause I never learned to live life properly
Will I die here? Yeah, possibly
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me
Thug in thug out is my philosophy
Murder, the only way that it's got to be
Can't sleep, my enemies throwin' shots at me
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me

[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
You wannabe's never gonna be in front of me
What your mans sayin'? Don't bark you want some of me?
Cripple the crime levels, took it to nine ghettos
Stars who shuck behind bars and time schedules
Snatch yo' [?] move smooth with the [?]
You niggas leeway, swear you hidin' but you not though
I ain't feelin y'all, we ain't familiar
That bitch still in y'all when I squeeze I'm peelin' y'all
Kinds of verses of course the source under rate me like Herschel
Buried like b-e-t [?] is a commercial
When I hear the shots, nowhere near the Glock
I'm a tear the Glock my waist in case
O-U-T-Law you with the four befor you
If you give up what you got out I show you I'll be back for you
Get dittat they be like Fatal ya shit fit at
I'm on the run eatin nigga bailin' on his sliddam

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Slam the door, lock the key
'Cause I never learned to live life properly
Will I die here? Yeah, possibly
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me
Thug in thug out is my philosophy
Murder, the only way that it's got to be
Can't sleep, my enemies throwin' shots at me
And I'm ready for whatever the lord got for me