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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

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

[Verse 3: Lloyd
I got a plan, you understand?
I've been through hell I'm supposed to be the man
Drop
Lil nigga on the
I drop 'em every day and we don't sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and only
like they owe me, will
(?)
If you then just know we got the realest shit
Paper to hurt your feelin's with
Nothin' changed, hearin' it

[Verse 4: Kidd]
talk behind your back when you're not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em shakin' and get shookin'
Ain't gave me the game I just took it
Then I started my own game Tuki
Last you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie
Then toys talk like
I'm hood an uncle ass whoopin'
got my chain took
It's crack cocaine
(?) I'm (?)

[Verse 5: Buck]
Apply pressure with this needle to they blood
Supplyin' what they put inside they shooter
Raid outta tryna die, state troopers
Your life's on the line you're sellin' they Frank Lucas
But my bills on time and my even they shooters
Pop a molly you and put two in your Medulas
These pussy programmed like computers
My son got a and a flooded Frank Mueller