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g-unit - fatality lyrics

[intro]
(jahlil beats holla at me)
it’s time to eat
the unit is back
them n-gg-s is back, the real is back, the streets is back
shooters on deck n-gg-, ya

[verse 1: tony yayo]
got keys twinklin’, pianos in the next apartment
safe house when the narcs h-t
i give rap critics verbal bouquets about aks
foolish rappers in my rearview, far away
ferragamo dreams, the b-tch lipstick on my cigarette
m4 carbon, aim for your neck
got that wavy work, ryan seacrest
forgi’s on the foreign and they deep dish
killer (?) to (?) me
my jacket in the weasel family
luxurious fours, pull a (?)
new tahoe, 27z
new grill on that b-tch looks so mean
dog food pulled an arabian coffee
good connect, don’t ask what it cost me
i got undetected explosives in my floor
got me in vera w-ng clothes, ya feel me?
[hook]
fatality, fatality, fatality

[verse 2: young buck]
my brother been dippin’ his f-ckin’ face in the powder
f-ckin’ the powers
we supposed to be in this together but you done with sour
cash money bruh, remember money and power
a little paper’ll get a n-gg- knocked down like the towers
i spend hours in the kitchen standin’ over the stove
put too much time in finer places to put n-gg-s in holes
i got my son froze, baggin’ up o’s
he said he wanted a phantom before he’s 14 years old
i told him he can do it if he don’t open his nose
like my louis ask him where most of his go
i’m a bad influence to broke n-gg-s
it turns to the pull up, i vow to smoke n-gg-s
yeah marinated the bullets, body fluids
and if my weapon don’t kill ’em then (?) gon’ do it
every n-gg- standin’ in my section goin’ through it
we gon’ get the money, you ain’t gotta help us to it, yeah

[hook]
fatality, fatality, fatality

[verse 3: kidd kidd]
watchin’ my og whip it, i learned to remix it
turn the pigeons to a chicken, four piece and a biscuit
bodies come up missin’ get found by someone fishin’
(?) got equipped, glock 40 extension
if i’m broke i fix it but that ain’t n-body business
they comin’ for my head i hope my n-gg- don’t start b-tchin’
gotta thank the lord i ain’t get a life sentence
‘fore my name end up in the rest in peace sentence
i say suck my mini
(?)
(?) you can’t say i’ma kill for this
f-ck n-gg-s sneak 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 n-gg-s in the game man you gotta give us that
i hold it down
i bust your head for the right amount
six shots, every bullet gotta count

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