| Chorus: On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal | |
| Exclusive, | |
| Queensbridge coming with that new shit | |
| On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal | |
| Exclusive, | |
| Queensbridge coming with that new shit | |
| On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal | |
| Exclusive, | |
| Queensbridge coming with that new shit [Havoc] | |
| Yo, Infamous | |
| Mobb on they job, 41st side originators | |
| Smackin fake players, strugglin to cop gators | |
| Frontin with, ice grill metal down off the impost | |
| You know the deal, | |
| NYC official battlefield ??? up on death, can't hear your squad is affused to heal | |
| Permantly scarred, niggas from here to hill | |
| Non-religous, who with the gods, yes you know | |
| I bill you | |
| Their standpoint, keep an open mind, like a dime shorty | |
| My rhymes is two to five, the route to mine, tanted aspects | |
| Yell timber, you gettin chopped by my gortex | |
| Disect, tap ya ?jap? plus your chicken, we rippin | |
| Ship from | |
| NY to North | |
| Click, lotto pick | |
| Budweiser, make you piss, scared to death | |
| On your own self, the | |
| Infamous Chorus [KL] | |
| Now its verbal abuse 'cuz the mic's in use | |
| To y'all sorry excuse, get'cha neck put in a nuese | |
| KL's quick to let loose to make your blood count reduce | |
| Over the snare drum, we reproduce like cum | |
| Impragnatin' the track to make it fatter than it was | |
| Givin life to ideas, through the verse is what it does [Poet] | |
| We see a close call, about two clicks from my fortress | |
| We roll a squad deep on the | |
| Kawasaki horses | |
| Queensbridge's got the drop on y'all niggas tryin to toss us | |
| We metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is [Kamikaze] | |
| We live for this shit, ain't tryin to take no loses | |
| Accumulatin too much cream for you to touch | |
| Fuckin welcome to my clutches | |
| Wipe the blood up off my chucka's | |
| From the ruckus, you gone, and your crew still love us | |
| Can't call it, | |
| I'm in love with this good life shit | |
| I'm workin with jewels, cars, chicken clits, payin rent | |
| Morg presidents, runnin wild, stackin in piles | |
| Onyx pendants and ruby down shit from the nile | |
| Kamikaze style, tote the antique three pound | |
| Yo 'Mega, lets cop this brick and let the | |
| Mobb supply the town | |
| Chorus [Cormega] | |
| Begotti rims on a | |
| Yukon Denali, jewels on my body | |
| The type that make the trife'est niggas move on somebody | |
| Where my ice is glitter my nine'll fuckin terminate you ghetto license nigga | |
| I know you heard about my gold chain chokin me | |
| Cocaine provokin me, boo from | |
| Peru with my llelo in her ovary | |
| Y'all niggas front, | |
| I rule in the hood | |
| My sons in the hood, | |
| I rock my jewels in the hood | |
| Got guns in the hood for makin moves in the hood | |
| Hit is on, theres anotha funeral in the hood | |
| You know the deal, test me, get hit directly | |
| This little nigga pack big | |
| Heat, like | |
| Joe Peschi | |
| Flow deadly, y'all niggas don't impress me | |
| My four-four's above the law, police won't arrest me | |
| My niggas at the corna stores, hustlin, go for yours | |
| Lifes a bitch, and | |
| I'm gonna run up in it raw nigga | |
| Chorus |