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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

[Verse 1: Banks]
I bet all classics make the city flip
committees quick
Grip on all my willie shit
Knock you with
Hammer off my affiliate
My grew
To snatch your paper
Bash faces too
Toolie
Candy at a set
on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and round
torches, how
Some Jamaican nigga causin'
that cross the street
Pay me cash and the is cheap
Nigga is cheap
[Verse 2: Tony
There's two ways to life, most end up dead or in
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
Gotta check my rear view for blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' 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 I'm supposed to be the man
Drop
Lil on the raise
I body drop 'em every day and we sympathize
is my drive, one and only still
Feel 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 behind your back when you're not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em what's shakin' and get
Ain't nobody me the game I just took it
Then I started my own like Tuki
thing you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie
Then talk like Woody
I'm hood an uncle ass whoopin'
Never got my chain
crack cocaine cookin'
(?) I'm (?)

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