What’s Your Life Worth?

[Intro: Hussein Fatal]
*Bell*
Outlaw
Outlaw
Y'all motherfuckers don't wanna die...
Stop all that bullshit frontin' and all that talk
(Outlaw Outlaw)
A real nigga will pick the time to go
What?! (Outlaw)

[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal]
Kadafi's life the lyrical father[?], easy
Give me feet and get crucified, like you was Jesus
On the floor spreadin', like diseases
Sippin' the Henny, Hussein cool' unlockin' the Semi
Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts
You stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in
All you cowards are missin'
Here's a bitch named Glock for your block to be kissin'
I said it, It's like the midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
Get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)
Protect your body from repeated shots, from my fuckin' shotty
Layin' it down, I'm the road dog Hussein, Kadafi
Cuttin' ya ear to ear, spinnin' these niggas head gear
Like I'm county bound, wilin' from tier to tier
Shootin' and polluting, ya atmosphere
Wit crates and weights, awaiting through the fuckin' state
Tryin' come up in this world , 'cause it's money to make
Laid to rest forever, you wanted to rap underground?
So maybe six feet'll make ya raps better?

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal & ?]
What's ya life worth? More than a beef?
When you got heat and still scared of the street?
How you gon' make it wit' ya bodyguards and cars?
Wit' cha soul, departin' slow, steady shootin' for the stars
Sometimes, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'
Wake up in cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
My life is haunted, I'm confused and I'm foreign
If my blood stopped pourin', I regulate like I was Warren
Sometimes, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'
Wake up in cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
My life is haunted, I'm confused and I'm foreign
If my blood stopped pourin', I regulate like I was Warren

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em
First muthafucker move, Dirty Bert gotta wet'em
Ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get the amount that I came for
And plus a muthafuckin' ounce to [?]
'Cause,[?] I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin'
Alias Hussein, anybody look too strange I'm blowin'
I got these thugs, and these hotties knowin'
Haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags
And the ass of the shotty showin'
Play the hero, I bring the heat to ya street
Like Al Pacino and De Niro, eliminate thirty muthafuckas to zero
Watch me, streets is black hockey
Their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal & ?]
What's ya life worth? More than a beef?
When you got heat and still scared of the street?
How you gon' make it wit' ya bodyguards and cars?
Wit' cha soul, departin' slow, steady shootin' for the stars
Sometimes, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'
Wake up in cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
My life is haunted, I'm confused and I'm foreign
If my blood stopped pourin', I regulate like I was Warren
Sometimes, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'
Wake up in cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
My life is haunted, I'm confused and I'm foreign
If my blood stopped pourin', I regulate like I was Warren

[Verse 3: Dirty Bert]
Back to back, doin' niggas like this
When I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip
Thug Life, the type to swallow a rival
I'm a swallow clicks, follow this nozzle of the mac
So I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation
Blame the legislation, for puttin' me on probation
Allegations or facin' the nation? So far I'm in the basement
Ready for cold war, but I remained patient
My sustained station, name takin'
For more rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin'
Makin' a switch, from trips to rich
Clips to bricks, wit slow dipps, turn in to dough hits
My gat's loaded devoted, toted a broke click
You need a life? I'm the type, so you can smoke dick
Rock a crew, dearly bring pain, quite Makaveli
Crack frames like Hussein, jackin' planes, back to Israeli
Through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal
New rap without practice, due to chiropractics nervous shill shot in the spin-ine what you got is min-ine
Shit's hot they droppin' d-dimes, you got popped in the lid-i
Glock fire pop holes in your attire, bullets ricochet
Through ya cliché, devils desire

[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
What's ya life worth? More than a beef?
When you got heat and still scared of the street?
How you gon' make it wit ya bodyguards and cars?
Wit cha soul, departin' slow, steady shootin' for the stars