everyday

• hussein fatal ın in the line of fire isimli albümünden çıkan single ı ... hoş bir şarkı sözleride güzel aha buyrun :
  
  get paid never caught in a raid you get spraid
  prayed over and laid down pump with pound
  how that sound death before dishonor
  pretty much the studio sound with the city touch
  i put dimes on ya commit crimes on ya
  when i get the drop ya got my shine on ya
  and dead the yaht so i'm a never get shot
  and the shit so hot watch is resurrect pac
  i more weight the some niggaz out of state
  i just hate when fake jokers throw jake
  on my dick chillin with the bitch i ate
  trading my 38 for a fresh nickel plate
  it's a shottie thing rollin your mottie bang
  with the outlaw thugs in the club where hotties hang
  i know you know give up dun slow your row
  i do them slow they going to be the next funeral
  
  chorus:
  
  everyday
  i bring it to yall never knew ya'll
  when you flip the shit get thick
  the hollow point run through ya'll
  this outlaw clout got my thugs o.d. ing
  the slugs go see in you cowards who supposed to be in
  every night
  the whole shit bring your bold click i got a whole clip
  i fold chips and blastedly your soul rip
  money over bitches to my casket drop
  and i be serving all you niggaz since i mash with pac
  thug out the don husson saddam
  it's all about the benjees why get friendly
  it's simmy nasty new more to vary
  blast your crew more to bury, niggaz what
  your dogging it dog in this what's the prob
  my outlaw thugs on a mission to rob
  everyday problems getting solved kinda critical
  it's pitiful all the shit political
  you want a be playa let me show you how
  you want a be a thug change your style
  shhbloww
  walk pass your ass with the high of did he this
  when you blast i laugh like oh my god did he miss
  cause ya'll kids fold cold on all bids
  get money on small shit
  can't talk to who i ball wit
  it's so simple, we can kick but getting no into
  coinsindently you dropping with force in you
  
  chorus
  
  while in kahn bring it via shine
  bomb on you fake soldiers you know the time
  shine on you like a rollie you can't hold me
  the number one parolee catching hits like goalie
  jump from jers while new york get money
  in a e3 20 with a down to die honey
  me fall off nah never in a million years
  hold tears put your hand on the ceiling
  cross your over boss and toss you of course
  bow down you loss jocking fatal trying to floss
  do you real dirty when players try to serv me
  throw your skirts in the air and give it up to jersey
  you go mo you better sip it
  before the rowdy niggaz get ya
  and hit you with some shit your people can't even picture
  a thug in the club with a caliber snub
  i know you hate to throw it up but do it out of your love
  
  chorus
  
  repeat till end