Fatal:
O-N-S in this muthafucka..
We got The Plague in this muthafucka..
The Pentagon in this muthafucka..
Around these blocks you know these hot block cops see drop, all you wannabe cops, you don't see shots... I beef deep, with the believes, be what the streets do to me, actin' all new to me, I creep on you like puberty... you don't wanna see the bad image of this grimmance, from here to East Greenwich, thru every state with a sentence... frozen weight in a coopter, to a place to soup ya, on dues we are the crews right by the state troppers... when I'm drinkin' whisal, I start thinkin' bout Al, McCarthey covering my body at the rink when I while... I bag a hotty or teo, this bud a shotty for you, I got more bodies then Dru, I drink my notty on New {Nasty New Street}... fuck ya crew, this type of shit we do for a penny... houdy, fuck the whole world, it's Fatal Dog against everybody...
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Merseless X:
It's the Merseless X, like Malcomn, black as a falcon, how many shots I left oppressed in ya chest?.. I wasn't countin'... but ya back exploded, I episoded with the weapon loaded, let the next oppenent get possed with this Merseless omen... the coldest chrome to ya dome, soley holdin' it's own, let the barrel announce my faracity, switch speeds and volacity, for haters watchin' me... makin' ya block a natrocity, break you down mircoscopic, only doctors see... what the topic be?.. drama thru ya armor, bustin' my tools thru ya school of pharanas, my soldiers disapprove of ya honor... we close captions, no conclusions, let the revalvel solve, evolve in this elvolution, we shootin' and pollutin'...
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Mac Mall:
I take this thug shit seriously, while dirty gats, with do' money, A-T-F can't fuck with me... my soldiers be, all pared quap, I'm holdin' my crotch, sippin' Hee nigga ya life or ya not... Thug Life my life, it don't stop, it's never too hot, and when I die, I breed haters with glocks... Young crazy Californians, postin' bout siz in the morning, on the question take a breathe of my oppenent... them marks can't live, my cutty blacky bite burns in they crib, honey I'm home, now nigga ya gone... ya bitch sing them songs like baracones to the rollers, when I saw her, I dumpt on her, like I'm supposed to... now tell me what's funk without my appeal, and tell me what's a trail without a witness... I only fuck with scavagers, soldiers and hogs, from C-A {California} to N-J {New Jersey}, Mac Mall, we Outlawz...
Fatal:
Verbally undistructable, yo crew ain't got enough of yo clip to clip, when we shoot, not on the strip cause I'm untouchable... I blast yo, chest thru the back with KASTRO, oh you ain't scared?.. what the fuck you walkin' so fast for?.. is you with me or aginst me?.. don't run up on me and tempt me, to have yo faget ass bad like a muthafuckin' empty... it's simply figures and dogs, with gents, a real nigga, let me borrow yo bitch and watch me go and chill with her... on the rise, no lie, go against me and die, baby gainin' like Jahide on the side of me with a .9... believe me, this hit makes circumstances much more obdiviously... my murder is material, got shortys livin' mastevious... smokin' 'em is the easiest, the hard part is dealin' with the fact that I made it thru rap, but I got to go back to killin'... cause, broke niggas be illin', wantin' money from a superson, but you get nothin' but murder when I be shootin' something...
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