Lyrics

G-Unit Featuring Kidd Kidd, Young Buck & Tony Yayo – Fatality Lyrics

(Intro)
Jahlil Beats holla at me
It’s time to eat
The Unit is back
Them ni**as is back, the real is back, the streets is back
Shooters on deck ni**a, ya

(Verse 1 – Tony Yayo)
Got keys twinkling, 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 bi**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
Killer…to…me
My jacket in the weasel family
Luxurious fours, pull a
New Tahoe, 27Z
New grill on that bi**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?

(Chorus)
Fatality, fatality, fatality

(Verse 2 – Young Buck)
My brother been dipping his f**king face in the powder
F**king 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 ni**a knocked down like the towers
I spend hours in the kitchen standing over the stove
Put too much time in finer places to put ni**as in holes
I got my son froze, bagging 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 ni**as
It turns to the pull up, I vow to smoke ni**as
Yeah marinated the bullets, body fluids
And if my weapon don’t kill em then…gon do it
Every ni**a standing in my section goin through it
We gon get the money, you ain’t gotta help us to it, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Kidd Kidd)
Watching my OG whip it, I learned to remix it
Turn the pigeons to a chicken, four piece and a biscuit
Bodies come up missing get found by someone fishing
Got equipped, Glock 40 extension
If I’m broke I fix it but that ain’t nobody business
They coming for my head I hope my ni**a don’t start bi**hing
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**k my mini
You can’t say I’ma kill for this
F**k ni**as sneak dissing
I hear em talking this and that
But don’t confuse this with that
I put a hole in your inner tube car fixed or flat
Realest ni**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