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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

[Verse 1: Banks]
I bet all these classics make the city
Drop committees
Grip on all my willie shit
you silly with
Hammer off my affiliate
My grew
To snatch paper crew
Bash faces too
Toolie
at a movie set
Slept on me, I you now
Leather seats, gas and round
torches, how
Some Jamaican nigga causin'
Take that the street
Pay me and the cost is cheap
talk is cheap
[Verse 2: Tony
There's two ways to life, end up dead or in jail
The lil got a cravin' ass appetite
Water ballin', voobin' on them cold nights
And if a nigga strapped he ain't rollin' right
Gotta check my rear for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' that street life
He get me in the mornin', got my mind right

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

[Verse 4: Kidd]
Niggas talk behind back when you're not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em what's and get shookin'
nobody gave me the game I just took it
Then I started my own game like
Last thing you was the Ryder Gang hoodie
Then toys like Woody
I'm hood like an ass whoopin'
got my chain took
It's crack cocaine
(?) I'm (?)

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