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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

[Verse 1: Banks]
I bet all these make the city flip
committees quick
Grip on all my Rocky shit
Knock you with
off my block affiliate
My grew
To your paper crew
your faces too
Toolie
Candy at a set
Slept on me, I you now
Leather seats, gas and round
torches, how
Some nigga causin' foul
Take that the street
Pay me and the cost is cheap
Nigga is cheap
2: Tony Yayo]
There's two 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 ain't strapped he rollin' right
Gotta check my rear view for them blue and
TD Jake keep preachin' bout street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my mind

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

4: Kidd Kidd]
Niggas talk behind your back when not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em shakin' and get shookin'
nobody gave me the game I just took it
Then I started my own game like
thing you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie
Then toys talk like
I'm hood like an uncle ass
Never got my chain
crack cocaine cookin'
(?) I'm (?)

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