Young Buck - Fatality lyrics

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Young Buck - Fatality lyrics

[Intro] (Jahlil Beats holla at me) It's time to eat The Unit is back Them n***as is back, the real is back, the streets is back Shooters on deck n***a, ya [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 b**h 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 k**er (?) to (?) me My jacket in the weasel family Luxurious fours, pull a (?) New Tahoe, 27Z New grill on that b**h 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 Wang clothes, ya feel me? [Hook] Fatality, fatality, fatality [Verse 2: Young Buck] My brother been dippin' his f**in' face in the powder f**in' 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***a 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***as 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***as It turns to the pull up, I vow to smoke n***as Yeah marinated the bullets, body fluids And if my weapon don't k** 'em then (?) gon' do it Every n***a 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 nobody business They comin' for my head I hope my n***a don't start b**hin' Gotta thank the Lord I ain't get a life sentence 'Fore my name end up in the rest in peace sentence I say s** my mini (?) (?) you can't say I'ma k** for this f** n***as 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***as 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