[After about a minute of mixing]
  [Bomb explosions, gun shots]
  
  (You know what you be?)
  
  [Fatal]
  You be like the type that come at me
  And shoot one at me,
  Tryna set it,
  Then get another nigga to dead it
  Outlaws we 'trol heat
  Ya cold feet remain frozen
  As Hussein show thieves
  That got our own name stolen
  I'm Hussein,
  Flyin' down 95 in two lanes
  Wearin' fitted and blue chain
  The one out of these two thangs
  Hustle or be hustled,
  Tussle and these tough
  They sheaths hunt you down
  When you around and ya knees buckle
  Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up
  An' got ya cop shot up,
  Came to shook shop up
  I took money, gave 'em horror
  Recruit crooks for me
  Keep my finger on strap,
  'Til the gat looked ugly
  I mash fast illy
  G-packers get bagged silly
  We pack mac millis
  You know the science for that
  These niggas tryna rap
  When I spit it like I'm committed
  Wid triple and double digits
  Bag whatever bubble wid it
  All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk
  Wid the war you ball way
  Either way you playin' ya partner
  Watch me bop down ya block
  Wid my suit and chocolates
  On some Deathrow Pac shit
  Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this,
  I let you know you playin' yourself
  Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke
  You might be bangin' yaself
  Talk that crew shit,
  I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit,
  Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit
  Confucious, run deep from Jerz,
  Right off clue shit
  Makaveli shit still bangin'
  Y'all shoulda knew this
  
  Y'all niggas gon' ride or die