Artist: Fatal Hussein f/ Scarface (Geto Boys) Album: Fatal Song: Daddy Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro/Chorus: Female singer X3] Daddy can you wait for me?! Daddy can you Wait for me, and come home?! [Scarface overlapping the above Intro] Come On, Ha ha, yeah! My nigga 'Pac in this motherfucker, ugh [Verse One: Fatal Hussein] I used to beat y'all and duck Rolling up the streets with a Dutch Thugged out, every hood-rat, I speak towards such Couldn't re-act to ya'll, told your infinite squad I'm bigger than that, dog, I put the mack to y'all But I.. got a wife, yeah, that's all I need You want your head stacked, honey, smoke all my trees Then harrass me and ask me for dough in the club When you can get these low budget niggaz, known as thugs Outlaw Mafia, ma, trust me beloved Keep your Moets at the bar and them Rusky Buggys And you say I'm thugged out; and that's just for cussing The way I put it down; to make you and your girl fresh loving COME ON!! [Chorus: Female singer X3] [Verse Two: Scarface] Yeah, yeah, left you heart broke in four place Crushed you, used to see you all the time Now, I only wanna see you to fuck you Fuck it, you win something and you lose something And you're wondering what happened to us, you can do such I tried to tell you that in so many words.. The way that you was acting seems begot on my nerves To analyze my lifestyle from a side mind perspective You could've been the one driving his Lexus Never ever would've expected you're riding the pine Stayed the fuck out off your face so stay the fuck out off mine For getting you dough, bitch I don't owe you shit, you don't owe me shit Now, tell your ass whore ditch I hate a bitch be getting drunk trying to run that game Bragging off to her home girls to say my name You must've forgot where I cope you slut Telling me to wait for you, bitch, wait for what? [Chorus: Female singer X3] [Verse Three: Fatal Hussein] You're calling me on my Cellphone blowing up the spot And I'm thinking.. she really known knot for knot Shit! illuminate your future, bitch, fuck the rot And it's like.. never before when I touch the spot Hooked into the game, whether it was us or not Through the cracks in the block in the toughest knocks Even took the weight when Eighty Eight flips the spot And when the niggaz slapped you down; I made them kiss the glock You ain't never had a friend like me Without a flip, turned a six into a double up ten like me You win like me? ~ spin like me, chase the honies Ain't nothing changed but cases and the face of money COME ON!! [Chorus: Female singer until faded] [Outro: Fatal Hussein ad-libing] If y'all wanna roll, you gonna fall Just like Daddy!!