G-unit - Superville lyrics

[Intro] Fatality, fatality (Whoo Kid) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I bet all these cla**ics make the city flip Drop committees quick Grip on all my Rocky willie sh** Knock you silly with Hammer 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 Pa**in' torches, how South Jamaican n***a causin' foul Take that cross the street Pay me cash and the cost is steep n***a 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' a** appetite Water boilin', stove open on them cold nights And if a n***a 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 hell already I'm supposed to be the man Drop Lamb' Lil n***a 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 Get on my O.D k** If you approach then just know we got the realest sh** Paper stacks to hurt your feelin's with Nothin' changed, ain't hearin' it [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] n***as 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 the Ryder Gang hoodie Then toys talk like Woody I'm hood like an uncle a** whoopin' Never got my chain tooken It's crack c**aine cookin' Put one in your head like I'm nookie [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 b**hes even they shooters Pop a molly with you and put two in your Medulas These p**y n***as programmed like computers My son got a toolie and a flooded Frank Mueller