| 4 pound, hit you up with rounds
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| Leave a man down
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| Wrappin on a rat
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| The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)
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| And when it happens
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| Off guard watch reaction (Watch his reaction)
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| Look him in his eyes, cock back, commence clappin
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| And it could happen to you
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| It’s old love, I could see the eyes up above
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| Watchin, waitin for me to slip
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| Lose grip, opposition got me on their list
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| I get freshed by Jase
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| He threw all the fakes
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| I want my cake and eat it too
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| Wash it down with brews
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| Spent a half a milli on gats
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| You know the drilli
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| Smack em all buster silly, got dough on the philly
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| And store-willies, it’s the NY City
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| Hazardous, dangerous game of da
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| Sticky motherfucker keepin undercover
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| Stick-n-move, Gators to Timb shoes
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| Jeans to tuxedos
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| Second motion, son, I be do
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| Down below ya best
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| Sunnin, runnin outta overpower
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| Freeze the counter, ??? |
| and powder
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| Distant, Gotti on some flip shit
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| Resco his cool piece, too grimy now ya death row
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| To test smokes, hazardous the most
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| Slow you up like dust
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| Coke white you get crushed
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| You modernise
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| Infamous come thru like the homicide
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| Hit guys, rip Dons, get mines, the thin line
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| Infamous who rap shit, power moves and connect wit
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| Empire, bless all my sons wit
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| Bank accounts
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| Many mansions down south
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| Fuck ABT, got protected
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| War strategies perfected
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| Bent all day, Alize party
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| God Father Part 3, pimp, pusher, playa, couldn’t be me
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| Hennessey raps, fully loaded with gats
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| Now how you like that
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| Time lapse
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| You lose, shoulda been strapped!
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| Be on your back like a new born
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| Niggas is corn-born, wit
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| Real cats who do this all day long
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| On and on til the break of dawn, it don’t stop
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| Shit is hot like PJ’s infested with cops
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| Jakes on a nigga ass, ninja break em like glass
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| Interrogated, they won’t last
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| Would it make you laugh or make you cry?
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| On this side it’s do-or-die
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| Ya get dead plus sun-dried, you’re small fry
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| We on time with this, mace blindin shit
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| Gold mindin it, extended 9 clips
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| Trife life got my mind keyed up
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| Pull out the Tek-nology and team up
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| With my cats and ??? |
| blast
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| Direct splats to your jawbone
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| I lift that head up, homes, bent they hoes and putos
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| Injured kid, Mobb-tician is the laws of life
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| Ain’t it interestin, listen
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| It could happen to you
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| Now what would you think? |
| (I don’t know)
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| What would you do? |
| (I don’t know)
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| Can’t beat ya gat, can’t find ya crew
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| Far away from home in a land not new
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| So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew
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| Son, yo, they steppin in you
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| And it could happen to you
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| KnowhutI’msayin? |
| Said word to mutha, son!
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| Feels like a dream (word!)
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| It’s like I just woke up, knowI’msayin?
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| I woke up in a like-like an ill sweat, son
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| Word up, this shit had me shook, son!
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| I don’t know, man!
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| Fuckin around with them other cats
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| 4 pound, get hit with rounds
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| Leave a man down
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| Wrappin on a rat
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| The Infamous nuff said
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| (Enough motherfuckin said!) |