Superville Lyrics - G-unit

[Intro] 

Fatality, fatality 

(Whoo Kid) 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] 

I bet all these classics make the city flip 

Drop committees quick 

Grip on all my Rocky willie shit 

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 

Passin' torches, how 

Some Jamaican nigga causin' foul 

Take that cross the street 

Pay me cash and the cost is cheap 

Nigga 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' ass appetite 

Water ballin', slow voobin' on them cold nights 

And if a nigga 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 

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[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 nigga on the raise 

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 shit 

Paper stacks to hurt your feelin's with 

Nothin' changed, ain't hearin' it 

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[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] 

Niggas 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 game like Tuki 

Last thing you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie 

Then toys talk like Woody 

I'm hood like an uncle ass whoopin' 

Never got my chain took 

It's crack cocaine cookin' 

(?) 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 pussy niggas programmed like computers 

My son got a toolie and a flooded Frank Mueller