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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

1: Lloyd Banks]
I bet all these make the city flip
Drop quick
on all my Rocky willie shit
Knock you silly
Hammer off my affiliate
My grew
To snatch your crew
Bash your too
Toolie
Candy at a set
on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and horses
torches, how
Some nigga causin' foul
that cross the street
Pay me cash and the cost is
Nigga talk is
2: Tony Yayo]
There's two ways to life, end up dead or in jail
The lil got a cravin' ass appetite
Water ballin', slow on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain't strapped he ain't right
Gotta check my view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' bout that street
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
Drop
Lil nigga on the
I body drop 'em every day and we don't
Speedin' is my drive, one and only
like they owe me, will
(?)
If you approach then just we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt feelin's with
Nothin' changed, ain't it

4: Kidd Kidd]
Niggas talk behind your back when not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em what's and get shookin'
Ain't nobody gave me the game I took it
Then I started my own like Tuki
Last thing you seen was the Gang hoodie
toys talk like Woody
I'm hood like an ass whoopin'
got my chain took
It's crack cookin'
(?) I'm (?)

5: Young Buck]
Apply pressure with this needle to blood vessel
Supplyin' they put inside they straight shooter
Raid outta Texas tryna die, troopers
Your life's on the line when you're they Frank Lucas
But my bills on time and my pictures they shooters
Pop a with you and put two in your Medulas
These niggas programmed like computers
My son got a toolie and a flooded Mueller