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g-unit - superville lyrics

[intro]
fatality, fatality
(whoo kid)

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
i bet all these cl-ssics make the city flip
drop committees quick
grip on all my rocky willie sh-t
knock you silly with
hammer off my block affiliate
my fascination grew
to sn-tch 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
p-ssin’ torches, how
south jamaican n-gg- causin’ foul
take that cross the street
pay me cash and the cost is steep
n-gg- 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’ -ss appet-te
water boilin’, stove open on them cold nights
and if a n-gg- ain’t strapped he ain’t rollin’ right
gotta check my rear view for them blue and whites
td jake keep preachin’ bout that street life
he get me goin’ in the mornin’, got my mind right

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
i got a bulletproof plan, you understand?
i’ve been through h-ll already i’m supposed to be the man
drop lamb’
lil n-gg- on the rise
i body drop ’em every day and we don’t sympathize
speedin’ is my drive, one and only still
feel like they owe me, will
(?)
if you approach then just know we got the realest sh-t
paper stacks to hurt your feelin’s with
nothin’ changed, ain’t hearin’ it

[verse 4: kidd kidd]
n-gg-s talk behind your back when you’re not lookin’
run up on ’em ask ’em what’s shakin’ and get shookin’
ain’t n-body gave me the game i just took it
then i started my own gang like tuki
last thing you seen was the ryder gang hoodie
then toys talk like woody
i’m hood like an uncle -ss whoopin’
never got my chain tooken
it’s crack cocaine cookin’
put one in your head like i’m (?)

[verse 5: 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 pictures even they shooters
pop a molly with you and put two in your medulas
these p-ssy n-gg-s programmed like computers
my son got a toolie and a flooded frank mueller

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