Superville

[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!)