Fatal:

Won't you niggas take a look at a real thug and see why ya bitches get suspecious and pilt slugs at me, til the day I die, high then a muthafuckin', tryin' to think of something other than dying... what the fuck could you do to me but laugh and then stay in ya place, while a real player mash to this... I know it's heaven for G's, and in my level to squeeze, in 'bout a ounce, and body counts that drop past seven degrees... I'm a never go home, blastin' on you bitch made jealous ass niggas switchin' up like a switch blade... life is what you make it, I'm making it, tho' my dog died in a jail cell shakin' from roaches... it's only one way out the game and I suggest you stay, from S-P-K, put vest on ya chest and lay, then put ya guns down, shoot for revolution and mash, in other words keep ya shit cocked shootin' for cash...

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Fatal:

My next kin of crew is a selected few, if you don't fuck with me, they won't bust at you... I been from Cali to Sac, the Bay Area and back, in this world that's all black more critical with the Macs... I rush 'em all, kick it to they bitches and fuck 'em all, evil eye yo squad, they all soft, I stuck 'em all... Yall niggas gone dispiese on me, I'm makin' Thugs out you suckas, come and ride for me... dying is the hardest part of livin' ya life, talkin' slick, after tellin' that bitch is yo wife... so yo fience probably gonin' wild for me, I write a letter to my unborn child until my baby girl smile for me...

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Fatal:

Buggin' jumpin' from Jerz, with these thugs that hide tans, on a hip six shooters inside a buggy eye Benz... approach hard, slidin' on speed post from the coast guard, better Warn 'em before I put something on 'em and hit ya folks hard... that Henney mint, rappin' five quick like twenty blint, any click beefin' cause they don't know who they slimy with... love's gonna get ya, offended yo little dogs puttin' thugs on a strecher... so suffer, look at her wiggle and don't touch her, must you make suicidal threats to cuff her... you ain't a player nigga, why you ridin' a Benz, you ain't a Ridah, you's a sucka now yo pride is clinched... Once she go thug, she always be thug, we mail and ask her, all I want is action, don't hesitate to clap one... the East and the West got me trapped in stress, but thru the pain all I'm tryin' to gain is happiness... won't you niggas take a look at a real thug and see why these suckas tryin' to ball on me... My God...

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Makaveli Tha Don... Killa Khadafi Rest In Peace...