Superville G-Unit (Ft. Kidd Kidd, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Young Buck)

[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