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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

1: Lloyd Banks]
I bet all these make the city flip
Drop committees
on all my Rocky willie shit
Knock you silly
off my block affiliate
My fascination
To snatch your paper
your faces too
Toolie
Candy at a set
Slept on me, I you now
Leather seats, gas and round
torches, how
Some Jamaican nigga foul
Take that cross the
Pay me cash and the is cheap
Nigga is cheap
[Verse 2: Tony
There's two ways to life, most end up or in jail
The lil homies got a ass appetite
Water ballin', voobin' on them cold nights
And if a ain't strapped he ain't rollin' right
Gotta check my rear for them blue and whites
TD keep preachin' bout that street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my right

[Verse 3: Lloyd
I got a plan, you understand?
I've been hell already I'm supposed to be the man
Lamb'
Lil on the raise
I body drop 'em every day and we don't
Speedin' is my drive, one and only
Feel like owe me, will
(?)
If you approach then just we got the realest shit
Paper to hurt your feelin's with
Nothin' changed, ain't 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 nobody gave me the game I took it
Then I started my own game Tuki
thing you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie
Then toys talk like
I'm like an uncle ass whoopin'
got my chain took
It's cocaine cookin'
(?) I'm (?)

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