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FaTaL FaMiLiE.......... The Rap Industry is currently getting shut down, and will have new owners SOON.......
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#6,412 in subgenre
Peak #58
Charts
Peak #12,147
Author
Young KLiS
Rights
Fatal Familie and J3 inc.
Uploaded
March 27, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Drop some knowledge
Lyrics
I'ma vocalist, n I flow like dis/
Takes one young klis, to be a pro at dis/
I wanna smoke a spliff, every time i spit/
But my soul was ripped, an it needs to be fix'd/
Watch the rocks shift, on the edge of cliff/
It can only get better every thread of an inch/
Now do a back flip, an release ya grip/
Lets see if dats how he writ, ya script/
ya life is in the hands of jesus kid/
Not ya best outfit or dat dime piece chick/
chrome grill kit on ya brand new whip/
Its not bout money, its the oppisite/
I wanna be rich, but I aint a hypocrit/
Deaf aint a myth, and i wanna live/
Life aint a quiz, we all someones kids/
I was born gifted, like I was born on christmas/
Its hard to live ya life, n just enough/
you rather fight, cuz you grew up ruff/
N Walked tha night, lookin fa lust/
Ya pops hit the pipe, then busted a nut/
prolly left ya moms, but you gotta stay calm/
We all know its wrong, But it'll make you strong/
You dont correspond, or even get along/
days seem to long, an you dont belong/
B4 you get it its gone, wit no chance 2 respond/
So you catch Evooyne, sportin a thong/
Snatch ice to pawn, come to find its brawns/
try to kill john, but end up wit don/
THEN YOU HEAR MOMMA SCREAM DON COME ON/
don's lyin in someone else'z lawn/
You stand there shook wit the gun still drawn/
feet stuck ta da lawn, gun glued to ya palm/
Love of money took you beyond/
Wildest dreams, and idea'z of a song/
So you go to the crib an hit the bong/
Wonderin where ya life went wrong/
then it all hits you like a blast of a bomb/
Damn, ........................life hard/
You get in a game, So we can learn ya name/
Wit nothin to loose, an all to gain/
But its all a shame, that you all the same/
Claim to bang, whoever steps gets slain'd/
but whos to blame, on what you became/
or where ya aimed, yeah you spit flames/
Ya call yaself a killa, then change ya name/
I doubt you've slain'd, the number proclaim'd/
You might sold cain, 4 a local gang/
Then you Sip champain, til none remains/
Thats how you maintain, with all the pain/
then you go insane, cuz you aint use propain/
You could da blew up, now you down the drain/
While I'm gettin off the ground, like i hydroplaned/
Its been hard to exhale, since i gotta out jail/
The temptation dweelz, An My soul seems frail/
But we must provail, and learn from our trails/
My train of thoughts seem'd derail'd/
Whats the point of rappin', with no details/
I'm ma change the game, yeah this young mix'd male/
I'm barley legal, Cant splurge in casino'z/
But i'm old enough, to shoot dessert eagle'z/
Fatal fam til death, neva dessert my peoples/
Cuz they bring double impacts ,when thang get leathal/
We untouchable fa sho' No chance to be equal/
Buy 345'z, cuz we double on the sequal/
Remain to keep it ghetto, in da burbs of the meadows/
Wit Mo dawgs then a kennle, I spit hot like a kettle/
I been gifted to spit, over instrumentals/
On the high way of life, got the pedal ta the medal/
