Fatality Lyrics - G-unit

[Intro] 

(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, 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 

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[Verse 2: Young Buck] 

My brother been dippin' his fuckin' face in the powder 

Fuckin' 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 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, 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 niggas 

It turns to the pull up, I vow to smoke niggas 

Yeah marinated the bullets, body fluids 

And if my weapon don't kill 'em then (?) 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 

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[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 nigga don't start bitchin' 

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 

Fuck niggas 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 niggas 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