Superville Songtext
von G‐Unit

Fatality
Fatality
(Whoo Kid)
(G-Unit)

I bet all these classics make the city flip
Drop committees quick, grip on all my Rocky willie shit
Knock you silly with hammers 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, pass the torches, how?
South Jamaican nigga, course I′m foul, take that 'cross the street
Pay me cash and the cost is steep, 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 boilin′, stove open on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain′t strapped, he ain't rollin′ right
Gotta check my rearview for them blue and whites
T.D. Jakes 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 rise
A body drop 'em every day and we don′t sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and only still
Feel like they owe me, will, get on my OD, kill
If you approach me niggas know we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt your feelings with
Nothin′ changed, they hearin' it

Niggas talk behind your back when you′re not lookin' (uh-huh)
Run up on 'em ask ′em what′s shakin' and get shookin′ (huh)
Ain't nobody gave me the game, I just took it (took it)
Then I started my own gang like Tookie (Rida Gang)
Last thing you seen was a Rida Gang hoodie (huh?)
Them toys talk like Woody, I′m hood like an uncle ass whoopin'
Never got my chain tooken, crack cocaine cookin′
Put one in your head like I'm nookie


Apply pressure with this needle to they blood vessel
Supplyin' what they put inside they straight shooter (uh)
Raid outta Texas tryna die, state troopers (yeah)
Your life′s on the line when you′re sellin' they Frank Lucas (ay)
But my bills on time and my bitches even they shooters (boaw)
Pop a molly with you and put two in your medullas
These pussy niggas programmed like computers (yeah)
My son got a tutor and a flooded Frank Mueller (woo!)

(Whoo Kid)