Friday by Hussein Fatal (Ft. Dirty Bert & Imperial S1)
Friday by Hussein Fatal (Ft. Dirty Bert & Imperial S1)

Friday

Hussein Fatal & Dirty Bert * Track #4 On In the Line of Fire

Friday Lyrics

[Intro]
-Who that?
-What?
-There they go
-Oh
-There they go
-There they go
-Ahhhh
-The same motherfuckers
-Nigga got the ___
-Shake it the fuck up
-*laughter*
-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: Dirty Bert]
Broke 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'
Feel the pain, drip from a toxic tongue, get done wid it
Out of control like we begun wid it, blitz explode
Licked you out the show, that nigga Bump did it
I plot, like Murdock, army fatigued it
Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, shell like Khadafi
Bringin' the blizzard when I make bail you can't stop me
In jail all that I can see provoking hell
Joltin' 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 blitz 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

[Chorus: Dirty Bert]
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: Imperial S1 & Hussein Fatal ]
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 load 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 brought the whole precinct
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
(Haha It ain't shit to him)

[Chorus: Dirty Bert]
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 3: Hussein Fatal]
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, Damu'n with the shotty
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'mma bout to leave through 'em
While he lay there I stay here 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
You're 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: Imperial S1]
Runnin' from cops got our feet tired
Everybody split up anybody get caught, son just keep quiet
These C's watchin' me, two CDS's of armed robbery
Terroristic threat in 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 hollows 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. a thug in this society
On the side of me is 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 without contact I catch perfect
Acting hard 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 mofuckin two years
Yo 'cause we fuckin' bout five
Hahahhahha
You know what I mean man
We just gon maintain
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 though?
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.....
Koo kas you still sharp with it?

Friday Q&A

Who produced Friday's ?

Friday was produced by Quimmy Quim.

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