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Fatality,
(Whoo Kid)

[Verse 1: Banks]
I bet all these classics make the flip
Drop quick
Grip on all my Rocky shit
you silly with
Hammer off my affiliate
My grew
To snatch your paper
Bash your too
kept
Candy at a set
Slept on me, I you now
seats, gas and horses round
torches, how
Some nigga causin' foul
Take that cross the
Pay me cash and the is cheap
talk is cheap
[Verse 2: Tony
two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail
The lil homies got a ass appetite
Water ballin', slow voobin' on them cold
And if a nigga ain't strapped he ain't right
Gotta my rear view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' that street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my right

[Verse 3: Lloyd
I got a plan, you understand?
I've been through already I'm supposed to be the man
Lamb'
Lil nigga on the
I body drop 'em every day and we don't
Speedin' is my drive, one and still
Feel like owe me, will
(?)
If you approach then just know we got the shit
stacks to hurt your feelin's with
Nothin' changed, ain't it

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

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