It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay
niggas who ain't got no feelin's Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness, we be The Infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers The Mobb
Yeah, about to get my thug on The 41st side of things I used to be in love with this bitch named E and J Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with
Hey yo, Queen's get the money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out
[Havoc] Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn The
body shift The cradle to the grave Is where I'll end up Fuck gettin' sent up North Son, I'm better Doin' my dirt on a low Fuckin' wit them mobbers Like
is mine So long as the sun shines to light up the sky We in this together son your beef is mine Uh, lay back, word up, just bless 'em with the bulletproof Mobb
And when you outta town represent your ground Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from Queens, leavin' niggaz done Son The Mobb
your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb
Yeah Uhh, no doubt, son, word up Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns They probably got the
the whole projects the Infamous Our sons will grow up to be murderers and terrorists It's the nigga in me accompanied by the Coniac You can ask around don't fuck with the Mobb
And here we go again y'all callin' in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head
Check it out now, word up, Son, shit is ill kid Knahmsayin'? Bein' that we livin' the motherfuckin' trife life Don't have another day right? It's only
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew Yo P, it's on
on 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
feel it The realest, Who be the realest Them niggaz stay Infamous minded U've been blinded Cut on your face Fucking with these mobb giants They are the
son) The fuck you niggaz wanna do? (Mobb Niggaz...) [Chorus: Prodigy] They call me the P nigga, we Infamous Mobb nigga We could only get bigger (Mobb
24 slash 7 war war We want more As time goes by It's either do or die Be the look in my eyes Dunn i'm glad to be alive Mobb loaded in rap Only the strong
