The Watcher (freestyle) - FaTaL
By: FaTaL
Duration
1:12
Genres
Description
Pretty much self explanatory, Lyrically The Best
Lyrics
Did My Time In Jail Now I'm Back From The Gutter/ Gotta Big Bag Of Weed, This Flat and Another/ While I Get My Blaze On, I'm Matchin Wit Colors/ Brand New J'z On, Fitted Hat n Some Rubbers/ An im strapped with the guns that were jus stashed in ya cupboard/gats in my duffle bag boy thats what im gunnin/ blast atcha im comin, gotta passion for ruckaz/ i will fight all night n then scrap for another/ after i gotcha with the jab, uppercut ya/ boom boom out cold no dashin for cover/ now on ya back n ya bloody thats whats up brotha/ eyes fat and ya buddies jus laugh and then shuttup/ thats ya luck, snatch ya truck, after ya cut up/ slash him up, thats whatsup, laugh at him suffer/ i aint grabbin ya mother and then havin her smothered/ but im tying her up n killin half of ya brothers/ an i'm tryin my luck to get some cash for the others/ ransom, and some, really fast ima hustla/ so if i need some money im kidnappin a stunna/ ima stabber a gunner ima bad mutha fucka/
