Fatality - G-Unit

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, yeah

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 Carbine, aim for your neck

Got that wavy work, Ryan Seacrest

Forgi’s on the foreign and they deep dish

Killer mink to make of me

My jacket in the weasel family

Luxurious furs, pull an eagle swammy

New Tahoe, 27Z

New grill on that bitch looks so mean

Dog food call it 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?

Fatality, fatality, fatality

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

Fuckin' up ours

We supposed to be in this together but you done with sour

Cash money brothers, 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 (cold), baggin' up O’s

He said he want him a Phantom before he’s 14 years old

I told him he can do it if he don’t open his nose

Like my nigga Louis ask him where most of his go

I’m a bad influence to broke niggas

Encourage 'em to the pull up, hop out and smoke niggas

Yeah, marinated the bullets in body fluids

And if my weapon don’t kill 'em, the infection 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

Fatality, fatality, fatality

Kidd nigga, uhh (HUH?)

Watchin' my OG whip it, I learned how to remix it

Turn the pigeons to a chicken, four piece and a biscuit

Bodies come up missin' get found by someone fishin'

Long nose, Scottie Pippen, 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 a rest in peace sentence

Boy I say sumthin' I meant it

Start sumthin' I finish it

If I spray sumthin' it’s head shots, you can’t say I’m attemptin'

Y’all niggas keep 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’ll bust your head for the right amount

Six shots, every bullet gotta count