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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

[Verse 1: Banks]
I bet all these make the city flip
Drop quick
Grip on all my willie shit
Knock you silly
off my block affiliate
My fascination
To snatch paper crew
Bash your too
kept
Candy at a set
on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and round
torches, how
Some Jamaican causin' foul
Take cross the street
Pay me and the cost is cheap
Nigga talk is
[Verse 2: Yayo]
two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail
The lil got a cravin' ass appetite
Water ballin', voobin' on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain't he ain't rollin' right
Gotta check my rear view for blue and whites
TD keep preachin' 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 already I'm supposed to be the man
Lamb'
Lil nigga on the
I drop 'em every day and we don't sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and only
Feel like they owe me,
(?)
If you then just know we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt your with
changed, ain't hearin' it

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

[Verse 5: Young
Apply with this needle to they blood vessel
Supplyin' what they put inside they shooter
Raid outta Texas die, state troopers
Your life's on the when you're sellin' they Frank Lucas
But my bills on time and my pictures they shooters
Pop a molly with you and put two in your
pussy niggas programmed like computers
My son got a and a flooded Frank Mueller