Mobb Deep - The Infamous lyrics

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

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!

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

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!