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"Fatality" is a track by G-Unit, from the album The Lost Flash Drive, released 30th August 2016. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Tony Yayo] (Jahlil Beats, holla at me) It's time to eat The Unit is back Them niggas is back, the real is back, the streets is back Shooters on deck nigga, yeah [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Got keys twinklin', pianos in the next apartment Safe house when the narcs hit I give rap critics verbal bouquets about AKs Foolish rappers in my rearview, far away Ferragamo dreams, the bitch lipstick on my cigarette M4 Carbine, aim for your neck Got that wavy work, Ryan Seacrest Forgi's on the foreign and they deep dish Kill a mink to make a mink My jacket in the weasel family Luxurious furs, pull an eagle swammy New Tahoe, 27Z New grill on that bitch looks so mean Dog food call it Arabian coffee Good connect, don't ask what it cost me I got undetected explosives in my floor Got me in Vera Wang clothes, ya feel me? [Chorus] Fatality, fatality, fatality [Verse 2: Young Buck] My brother been dippin' his fuckin' face in the powder Fuckin' up ours We supposed to be in this together but you done with sour Cash money brothers, remember money and power A little paper'll get a nigga knocked down like the Towers I spend hours in the kitchen standin' over the stove Put too much time in finer places to put niggas in holes I got my son froze (cold), baggin' up O's He said he want him a Phantom before he's 14 years old I told him he can do it if he don't open his nose Like my nigga Louis ask him where most of his go I'm a bad influence to broke niggas Encourage 'em to the pull up, hop out and smoke niggas Yeah, marinated the bullets in body fluids And if my weapon don't kill 'em, the infection gon' do it Every nigga standin' in my section goin' through it We gon' get the money, you ain't gotta help us to it, yeah [Chorus] Fatality, fatality, fatality [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] Kidd nigga, uhh (HUH?) Watchin' my OG whip it, I learned how to remix it Turn the pigeons to a chicken, four piece and a biscuit Bodies come up missin' get found by someone fishin' Long nose, Scottie Pippen, Glock 40 extension If I'm broke I fix it but that ain't nobody business They comin' for my head I hope my nigga don't start bitchin' Gotta thank the Lord I ain't get a life sentence 'Fore my name end up in a rest in peace sentence Boy I say sumthin' I meant it Start sumthin' I finish it If I spray sumthin' it's head shots, you can't say I'm attemptin' Y'all niggas keep dissin' I hear 'em talkin' this and that But don't confuse this with that I put a hole in your inner tube car fixed or flat Realest niggas in the game man you gotta give us that I hold it down I'll bust your head for the right amount Six shots, every bullet gotta count
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