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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

[Verse 1: Lloyd
I bet all classics make the city flip
committees quick
Grip on all my willie shit
you silly with
Hammer off my block
My grew
To snatch paper crew
Bash faces too
Toolie
Candy at a set
on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and round
torches, how
Some Jamaican causin' foul
that cross the street
Pay me cash and the is cheap
Nigga is cheap
[Verse 2: Yayo]
There's two to life, most end up dead or in jail
The lil homies got a cravin' ass
Water ballin', slow voobin' on cold nights
And if a nigga ain't he ain't rollin' right
Gotta check my view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep bout that street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my right

3: Lloyd Banks]
I got a bulletproof plan, you
I've been through hell already I'm to be the man
Drop
Lil on the raise
I body drop 'em every day and we sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and still
like they owe me, will
(?)
If you approach then just know we got the realest
stacks to hurt your feelin's with
Nothin' changed, ain't it

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

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