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Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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| 2. |
| 3:53 |
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(feat. 50 Cent)
(Prodigy) Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon (Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)) Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks But they ain't like this (the Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this (the Infamous) We own the streets - who basically control This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit! (Havoc) We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack, since '86 We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns are the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we're not the most likely to pop off kid (Hook) (Prodigy) Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heaven I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death In the palm of my hands, fiending But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing And I hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man They don't waste no time, they want answers Even if you're still bleeding Homey I'm on the fleezy I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy! (Hook) |
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| 4:00 |
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Yeah, yeah..
Payback.. Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot) Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep |
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