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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

1: Lloyd Banks]
I bet all these make the city flip
committees quick
Grip on all my Rocky shit
Knock you silly
Hammer off my block
My grew
To snatch paper crew
Bash faces too
Toolie
Candy at a set
on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and round
torches, how
Some nigga causin' foul
Take that cross the
Pay me cash and the cost is
Nigga is cheap
[Verse 2: Tony
two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail
The lil homies got a cravin' ass
Water ballin', slow on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain't strapped he rollin' right
Gotta my rear view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' bout street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my mind

3: Lloyd Banks]
I got a plan, you understand?
I've through hell already I'm supposed to be the man
Lamb'
Lil on the raise
I body drop 'em every day and we sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and still
Feel like they owe me,
(?)
If you approach then just know we got the shit
Paper stacks to hurt your feelin's
changed, ain't hearin' it

[Verse 4: Kidd]
Niggas behind your back when you're not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em what's shakin' and get
nobody gave me the game I just took it
Then I my own game like Tuki
Last thing you seen was the Ryder hoodie
Then toys like Woody
I'm hood like an uncle ass
Never got my took
It's crack cookin'
(?) I'm (?)

[Verse 5: Young
Apply pressure with this needle to blood vessel
Supplyin' what they put inside straight shooter
Raid outta Texas tryna die, state
Your life's on the line when sellin' they Frank Lucas
But my bills on time and my pictures even shooters
Pop a molly with you and put two in your
These pussy niggas like computers
My son got a toolie and a Frank Mueller