Getto Star by Hussein Fatal (Ft. Tame One)
Getto Star by Hussein Fatal (Ft. Tame One)

Getto Star

Hussein Fatal & Tame One * Track #9 On In the Line of Fire

Getto Star Lyrics

[Intro: Tame One]
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[Verse 1: Tame One]
Wait 'till niggas hear that Tame and Fatal (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 (Dutch)
Situation like this (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
Chicken-heads say, "Who him?" with fucked up Timb's
Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin' up the Benjamins
In city tenements, 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 (Trouble up in your Metropolis)

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day (I see you niggas)
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
Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
Escapin' secret indictments, gettin' nice all day
Don't let em fold ya (Eyyurr) Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers
Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
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 live ready to die shit
This Thug shit, niggas get beat down and shot up
I saw this one nigga, get stolen on his soul got up
Stolen car roll past the bar to the lot upset he
Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product
It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic
You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic
If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets
Without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spotted

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
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
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

[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission
Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen
Just a dip on the task, my little niggas on the ave
Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half
Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted
Now run it, I got this fuckin' drug spot where I want it
So don't be dissin' New, when you ain't got shit to do
Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal

[Verse 4: Tame One]
Niggas get played off to the left like they was southpaws
Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out
For what you clock for
Got more than you expected, when I inject correct shit, it gets hectic
Fuckin comin up with that next shit, Thug niggas and bugged niggas
Loose and still is tight, I'm straight up like midnight
We burn mics on turnpikes (We swerve through the lanes)
Swervin through the lanes
We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
Escapin' secret indictments, gettin' nice all day
Don't let em fold ya, Outlaw, the Getto Star soldiers
Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over
Around the 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

Getto Star Q&A

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Getto Star was produced by Reefologist.

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