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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

1: Lloyd Banks]
I bet all these classics make the city
Drop committees
Grip on all my Rocky willie
you silly with
Hammer off my affiliate
My grew
To your paper crew
Bash your too
Toolie
at a movie set
Slept on me, I you now
seats, gas and horses round
torches, how
Some nigga causin' foul
Take that the street
Pay me cash and the cost is
Nigga talk is
[Verse 2: Yayo]
There's two ways to life, end up dead or in jail
The lil homies got a ass appetite
ballin', slow voobin' on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain't strapped he ain't right
check my rear view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' bout that life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my mind

3: Lloyd Banks]
I got a plan, you understand?
I've been through hell already I'm to be the man
Lamb'
Lil on the raise
I body drop 'em every day and we don't
is my drive, one and only still
Feel like owe me, will
(?)
If you approach then know we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt your with
Nothin' changed, hearin' it

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

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