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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 willie
Knock you with
off my block affiliate
My fascination
To your paper crew
Bash faces too
kept
Candy at a set
Slept on me, I you now
Leather seats, gas and horses
torches, how
Some Jamaican causin' foul
that cross the street
Pay me cash and the cost is
Nigga is cheap
2: Tony Yayo]
There's two to life, most end up dead or in jail
The lil homies got a cravin' ass
ballin', slow voobin' on them cold nights
And if a ain't strapped he ain't rollin' right
check my rear view for them blue and whites
TD keep preachin' bout that street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my right

[Verse 3: Lloyd
I got a bulletproof plan, you
I've through hell already 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 like owe me, will
(?)
If you approach then just know we got the realest
Paper to hurt your feelin's with
Nothin' changed, ain't 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 my own game like Tuki
Last thing you seen was the Ryder Gang
Then toys like Woody
I'm hood an uncle ass whoopin'
Never got my took
It's crack cocaine
(?) I'm (?)

5: Young Buck]
Apply with 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 they Frank Lucas
But my bills on and my pictures even they shooters
Pop a molly you and put two in your Medulas
These pussy niggas like computers
My son got a toolie and a flooded Mueller