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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

1: Lloyd Banks]
I bet all these classics make the city
Drop quick
on all my Rocky willie shit
Knock you with
Hammer off my affiliate
My grew
To snatch your paper
Bash your too
Toolie
Candy at a set
on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and horses
torches, how
Some Jamaican causin' foul
that cross the street
Pay me and the cost is cheap
Nigga talk is
2: Tony Yayo]
There's two ways to life, most end up dead or in
The lil homies got a cravin' ass
ballin', slow voobin' on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain't strapped he ain't rollin'
Gotta check my view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' bout that street
He get me in the mornin', got my mind right

[Verse 3: 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 day and we don't sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and still
Feel they owe me, will
(?)
If you approach just know we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt feelin's with
changed, ain't hearin' it

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

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