Intro
[Intro: Hussein Fatal & 2Pac, Young Noble]
*Heartbeats throughout*
*Dj Scratching various samples*
Outlawz
I can't be touched!
Hussein Fatal
Nasty new street
*Explosions*
*Gun shots*
You know what you be?

[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal]
You be like the type that come at me
And shoot one at me *gunshot*
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 they around and ya knees buckle
Popped up, whopped up, Glock cocked up
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 past 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
Triple and double digits
Bag whatever bubble wid it
All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk
With the war you ball way
Either way you playin' ya partner
Watch me bop down ya block
With my suit and chocolates
On some Deathrow Pac shit
Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this
I let you know you playin' yourself
Ain't sling 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 with, a lil' bit of blue shit
Confucious, one deep from Jerz
Right off clue shit
Makaveli shit still bangin'
Y'all shoulda knew this
Y'all niggas gon' ride or die