Outlaws

[Fatal - talking] O.N.S. in this mother fucker We got The Plague in this mother fucker The Pentagon in this mother fucker [Verse 1 - Fatal] Around these blocks You know these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here to East Crems Through every state with a sentence Frozen weight in a couther Six plates to soup ya On due we always cruise