Artist: Hussein Fatal Album: Born Legendary Song: I Don't Like That Nigga Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Verse 1] Man I can't stand Hussein, put that punk to sleep That nigga fucked my little sister at the comfort suite Got her pregnant and everything, and he ain't even claim it I do it for any price right now just name it 10 years ago he rapped with Pac, he still think he famous Though Ima roll em over with the stainless Look at him stuntin, frontin over there at the bar, like a star He ain't even got a car and they get in clubs they charge But maybe thats why he's hood? Fuck that nigga, I heard he treat his lil homies no good But thats the nigga they kill fo, and Ima keep it real though The Outlawz jerked him, so he ain't really getting real dough Fuck that he got something, and I wann take it I ain't hating, because he got put on, but I wanna make it This nigga rollin thru the hood like he Akbar, prayin somethin Everybody feelin him, so ain't nobody saying nothin Fuck that shit, he gonna die like me Around here I ain't trying to let him shine like me So when I catch him Ima stretch him And put him where he suppose to be I hate him, and I don't want that pussy nigga close to me [Chorus] I don't like that nigga, I should kill him right now I don't like his style, and he always stuntin, that nigga foul I should kill him right now man, I don't like that nigga, he stay in the hood Big guns, heavy everyday in the hood I don't like that nigga, that nigga foul I should kill him right now [Verse 2] He so real, its a goddamn shame Some fake thugs in the hood want a bullet in his God damn name But when they see him in person, they repeating his verse's Telling him how he hott, and if he don't eat then its worthless So go ahead try to snapp on him Im going to leave that warnin Just seen him in Tabel lounge with the mack on him With a couple of the homies from uptop Pine street bloodz, across the street on the busstop Just waitin for you suckers to inch wrong I saw the haters standing there with the waist slim chin chon Fuck that, somebody needs to stop him before I do You know the rule all the time, but he ain't poppin from my crew That nigga better stay out of the hood And I ain't bullshitin, he better stay as faraway as he could Any questions he got, Ima answer with the fourty At Deco lounge wit shoes on, dancin with my shorty I heard, I knew that Maybe she pushed up on a nigga? na shorty wouldn't do that But I'm talking about the way he be out Starin at me, ridin by shooting rocks, like he playin me out And his boyz don't even like him, I know some niggas from the 'Clair Quite, humble niggas use to sit up on the tier And talk about him wrecklessly So I know he a snake, I don't want that nigga next to me [Chorus] I don't like that nigga, I should kill him right now I don't like his style, and he always stuntin, that nigga foul I should kill him right now man, I don't like that nigga, he stay in the hood Big guns, heavy everyday in the hood I don't like that nigga, that nigga foul I should kill him right now [Verse 3] Man that nigga always talking about the shit that he touched All the shit he did with his man, and all the bitches he fucked I wish Kadafi wouldve never introduced him to Pac I know that nigga,they called him Dirty Bruce on the block But wasn't he getting money with some nigga named rich Yea, but after that he was back to the same shit All of them niggas changed, man all of them niggas strange He came around this bitch, and took all of them niggas range Ain't nobody say shit, but they talking it now Finny Mitchell had some niggas in the park on the ground And he ain't get on the floor, he played his part with a frown Yea but my party going to stomp me down He the best thats what it is, Ima call for his crown And I ain't know him back then, so Ima start with him now I bought a brand new fourty, when I see him its on I ain't only blowin the horn, Ima leave him a storm Ima do his ass dirty, in the evilest form Next time you hear about him, I guarantee you he gone This nigga rollin thru the hood like he Akbar, prayin somethin Everybody feelin him, so ain't nobody saying nothin I don't like that nigga