The Infamous

By Mobb Deep

On Blood Money

Released on May 2, 2006

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[Intro: Prodigy]

Yeah

Just like to thank my mama

Thank you, baby, for cutting me out

Sorry, ma, I know it was hard

Look what you did though, man

And it's poppin' now

(Alchemist)

Smell like money

Smell like millions


[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Just when you thought it was safe to come out

Infamous all in your face, in your mouth

That's right, niggas best to stay up in the house

Whilst we getting our money for the two thou'

Nigga, P back out in the street, so what now?

Strictly for the ghettos and hoods in your town

Probably got bundles of drugs in your town

Like crack, coke, and dope, remember me now?

Queensbridge, motherfucker, we blow your house down

We the big bad wolves that 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'd rather be hands-on with that, son

Certain things, you just gotta perform yourself, son

When I start busting, I don't stop 'til I hit it, come on

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Prodigy]

Everybody got gangs, everybody got cliques, 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


[Verse 2: Havoc]

We got the most gangster shit

Second most biggest projects, we sold the most crack since '86

Don't handle a lot of bricks, but we the most thug

You think you're dirty over there, but we 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 the most loud

With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd

We drink the most Henny, yeah, and E&J

Smoke the most weed and that's mostly the haze

Get the most Timb boots kicked on a nigga face

Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face

Of the Earth to ever let the thought cross your head

That we not the most likely to pop off, kid

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Prodigy]

Everybody got gangs, everybody got cliques, 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


[Verse 3: Prodigy]

Right now, I change guns with the season

When I was young, I bought ninja stars on Jamaica Ave, hittin' trees then

Started hittin' trees then

We ran the train on the girls in my family dance school, we was beasting

Little young heathens

I had the Rambo 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 hand, fiending

For people to be scheming

They choose to front on me, then they leave me no choice to start squeezing

And hope they stop breathing

'Cause if they do pull through, in them hospital beds, they'll be squealing

Talking to the D's, man

They don't waste no time, they want answers even if you still bleeding

Homie, I'm on the fleezy

I ain't got time neither, I'm gettin' money off this, it's too easy

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Prodigy]

Everybody got gangs, everybody got cliques, 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