G-Unit - Superville Lyrics

Fatality, fatality
(Whoo Kid)


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

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


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


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 (?)
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