feat. 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 down and shot up
  I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up
  Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city
  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 spot
  
  Chorus
  
  [Fatal Hussein]
  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 niggaz 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
  
  [Tame One]
  Niggaz 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 niggaz and bugged niggaz
  Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight
  We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes
  We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches
  
  Chorus