[Intro]

Fatality, fatality

(Whoo Kid)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

I bet all these classics make the city flip

Drop committees quick

Grip on all my Rocky willie shit

Knock you silly with

Hammers off my block affiliate

My fascination grew to snatch your paper crew

Bash your faces too, toolie kept

Candy at a movie set

Slept on me, I haunt you now

Leather seats, gas and horses round

Pass the torches, how

South Jamaican nigga, course I'm foul

Take that cross the street

Pay me cash and the cost is steep

Nigga talk is cheap

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

There's two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail

The lil homies got a cravin' ass appetite

Water boilin', stove open on them cold nights

And if a nigga ain't strapped he ain't rollin' right

Gotta check my rear view for them blue and whites

T.D. Jakes keep preachin' bout that street life

He get me goin' in the mornin', got my mind right

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

I got a bulletproof plan, you understand?

I've been through hell already I'm supposed to be the man

Drop Lamb', lil nigga on the rise

A body drop 'em every day and we don't sympathize

Speedin' is my drive, one and only still

Feel like they owe me, will, get on my OD, kill

If you approach me niggas know we got the realest shit

Paper stacks to hurt your feelings with

Nothin' changed, they hearin' it

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

Niggas talk behind your back when you're not lookin'

Run up on 'em ask 'em what's shakin' and get shookin'

Ain't nobody gave me the game I just took it

Then I started my own gang like Tookie

Last thing you seen was a Rida Gang hoodie (huh?)

Them toys talk like Woody

I'm hood like an uncle ass whoopin'

Never got my chain tooken, crack cocaine cookin'

Put one in your head like I'm nookie

[Verse 4: Young Buck]

Apply pressure with this needle to they blood vessel

Supplyin' what they put inside they straight shooter

Raid outta Texas tryna die, state troopers

Your life's on the line when you're sellin' they Frank Lucas

But my bills on time and my bitches even they shooters

Pop a molly with you and put two in your medullas

These pussy niggas programmed like computers

My son got a tutor and a flooded Frank Mueller (wooo!)