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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

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

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

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

5: Young Buck]
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 shooters
Pop a molly with you and put two in Medulas
These pussy niggas programmed like
My son got a and a flooded Frank Mueller