that gangsta shit son I feel you my nigga.. (that's right that's right) {'What can I do?'} (Infamous baby you ain't know?) We gon' do it like this (That Mobb
need that, it's happenin' to take me to the top [Prodigy] They must be jokin' niggas get they face peeled open Guns we unload em, Mobb fixtured omen
* also appears on Mobb Deep's "Free Agents - The Murda Mixtape (Bonus Disc)" [Tragedy Khadafi Talking] Yeah...Get it poppin'...No doubt Thug shit...
must be sick' We been gettin burned like the Waco kids I don't need to diss rappers for recognition You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda
ain't got no feelings Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous, you heard of us Official Queens bridge murderers The Mobb
know right now, word to mother f'real, f'real Yo, you know you ill when you can kill two birds (Yeah) With one stone alone and slowly emerge From the deep
[Verse One: Twin Gambino] It's the B-I-G, T-W-I-N-S - and Queensbridge is where we rep For holding techs, mack nine, four pounds and shotties You don
all rap niggaz, we do this shit for real though listen I knock ya hustle down kid You's a fall to the next nigga, I murder you bitch I would love to watch
shoot em'up And murder the man I shed they eye lids from violence nigga you see you wilden Your team against my team there ain't no challenge Niggaz know we mobben
[H] Yeah [50] Yeah [H] It's real, it's real [50] Yeah [H] Got 'em [Chorus: 50 Cent] Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique Then when I get
layout Think, not that, and some more shit It's called backshot talk, you don't know nuttin 'bout it Cause you can no longer hit it [Chorus: Mobb Deep
in our eyes for real Niggaz wanna talk gangsta? You see me when you get killed [Havoc] Why should I remind y'all, that niggaz 'ready know Mobb is instinct
[Havoc] Aiyyo P man, it's that shit! That real shit! That's comin back around And we've been on it.. for a long time now! You know who started this
{Mobb Deep!} Show these bitch-ass niggaz {Free Agents!} Over and over and over again how we do this shit {*cock and gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*} [
dollar mobsters 300,000 dollar cars and hit the streets if you want to (Ay nigga) And still keep it thug too You couldn't pull us out the streets, we got deep
home used paper Ain't it amazin I'll stretch how we keep bangin We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta Queensbridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists
I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall