[Intro: Prodigy]

Yeah, you know the shit don't stop

Never

Never

As we continue on

With more of this drama for yo' ass

"She asked me why..."

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

You niggas always startin' somethin'

And beefin' with rappers? Why our music so violent

And so dramatic?

Where's the love? Why y'all got so much static?

Is it real for real, or all for sales?

I'm like, "Shorty, you 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 Muzik

You can't be serious

We created this drama shit, we set the trend

We taught you niggas 'bout diamonds and guns

And numerous ways we choose to earn funds

We veterans, we got a decade of albums

Niggas done came and went, and we still poppin'

Our name is carved in stone

Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke

[Hook: Prodigy, sample]

So, let us solidify this (What's that?)

We been solidified this (But, of course)

Lot of new rappers and young kids (Uh-huh)

They all love The Infamous (But, of course!)

We been for this music, dunn (C'mon, man!)

Who do it better than us? (C'mon, man!)

Who continue to bang and bump? (That's right)

"She asked me why..."

[Verse 2: Havoc]

I ride around the crib 'fore I get out, twice

Without the headlights

Cse niggas know my whereabouts

Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life

I'ma thug it out; front, you payin' the price

And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice

Put up the crib

Won't sweat it if I lose, bet your ass won't live to collect this

Splurge with mines? Never that

I'm a sore loser, the male [-----], burst with hammers

Hit your mans up if they press the issue

Some dead, the other half crippled

And I'm a monster with lead

Lodge a slug in your abdomen, pushin' the 7

Knowin' in the stash box a rapper's best friend

Get it twisted and you will get twisted with chrome biscuits

Make no difference, my nigga, we handle business (Aight?)

So please with the questions, they right in front of your face

Homie stunt, he gettin' tore from the gate

[Hook: Prodigy, sample]

So, let us solidify this (What's that?)

We been solidified this (But, of course)

Lot of new rappers and young kids (Uh-huh)

They all love The Infamous (But, of course!)

We been for this music, dunn (C'mon, man!)

Who do it better than us? (C'mon, man!)

Who continue to bang and bump? (That's right)

"She asked me why..."

[Verse 3: Prodigy & Havoc]

Nigga that you used to click with, turned on you

Idiots you used to rap with, hatin' on you

Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewels at the video shoot?

I tell you this, boo-boo – my stick-o's still my stick-o

My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (Mmm, mmm)

You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb?

You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off

Believe nothin' that you hear and only half of what you see

Niggas never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat

Niggas wanna be thugs, but on the inside, so sweet

Niggas butchers on they records, but they never handle beef

Know nothin 'bout Golden Seal, seein' your P.O. 

Gave a dirty urine, now you're snuffin' a C.O. 

Fuckin' right, I'm a man of the people, but I will kill you

If you cock-blockin' the paper, the shit'll get real, duke

[Hook: Prodigy, sample]

So, let us solidify this (What's that?)

We been solidified this (But, of course)

Lot of new rappers and young kids (Uh-huh)

They all love The Infamous (But, of course!)

We been for this music, dunn (C'mon, man!)

Who do it better than us? (C'mon, man!)

Who continue to bang and bump? (That's right)

"She asked me why..."