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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

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

3: Lloyd Banks]
I got a bulletproof plan, you
been through hell already I'm supposed to be the man
Drop
Lil on the raise
I body drop 'em every day and we sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and only
Feel like owe me, will
(?)
If you approach just know we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt your with
Nothin' changed, hearin' it

4: Kidd Kidd]
Niggas behind your back when you're 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 like Woody
I'm like an uncle ass whoopin'
got my chain took
It's cocaine cookin'
(?) I'm (?)

[Verse 5: Young
Apply pressure this needle to they blood vessel
what they put inside they straight shooter
Raid outta tryna die, state troopers
Your life's on the line when you're sellin' 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 like computers
My son got a toolie and a flooded Mueller