| One hand wash the other, I never shit on my niggas
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| I roll with them niggas that be pulling them triggers
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| I rep the dead and the living
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| We the best that did it, expenses we spend it
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| Big faces explosive guns we smash out dunns
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| IM3 coming through make way what you wanna do
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| Choose the fifth or get popped with the fifth
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| Either way you got no ends, I represent QB
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| The biggest hood in the world, there’s too many of us
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| It’s too easy to get touched
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| Catch you at a show take your 'dro take your ice
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| Catch you on the island while you rocking on the mic
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| Senting kites from down south
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| Cut that nigga from head to his mouth
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| He violated in the streets
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| Fronted like he wanted beef
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| Now it’s a wrap, duke rather hang it up
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| We the mobb
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| We ain’t no gang but we bang niggas up
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| Besides rap I blaze niggas up
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| My ox shit, my mutton chops
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| Ice pick their guts never gon'(na) stop
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| All your mans is gonna watch
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| Free performance on the block
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| Meantime invest in rocks buy and sell stocks
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| Uno Dos is papi to connect
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| With my eyes on your neck
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| Your jewels extra large like stretch I’ll show you my strength
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| Fiends get their check on the first
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| Be gone by the second the third they come on stolen shit begging for seconds
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| I ain’t gon' lay for a second
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| Ain’t gon' wait for a second
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| If it’s any beef can get it
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| Uno Dos don’t forget it
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| I’m chum to menace exclusive
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| Honorable mention fuck with Knitty, G-O & Twin
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| Y’all some dead niggas
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| Hustle and rob
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| We Infamous Mobb nigga
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| That’s my word to god
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| We Infamous Mobb nigga
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| IM3's the squad
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| Infamous mobb and we won’t stop 'til your head goes pop
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| We them original mobb men
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| Get lead lodged in
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| We them marksmen you hate
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| Them thug niggas you love
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| Find me in my neighborhood pub I’m yacked up bent
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| Crushing haze and hash until I’m content
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| I’m a hood nigga for life, it ain’t no changing
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| I’m so damn dangerous, you want I’ll make you famous
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| Take cover when I aim this pistol I’m bucking to hit you
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| My 41st team all pro official
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| Nigga I’ll kiss you then kill you
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| No CO-D's just me then beat that body cause you ain’t nobody
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| Been on these cold ass streets living off juice and naughty sleep
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| You’ll be six feet under this concrete
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| You and that metal cut them corners you ghetto’s left desserted
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| My origins the projects rebels, steps and murders
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| My name is the logic connect and vets and burners
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| If I bang them thanks on this cannon, bet you earned it
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| Pop up in your zip code aim while I’m loading
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| Shit and I can let this clip go in the name of this Omen
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| Leave him holding with my clip grow
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| Raised on his blowing
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| Like times in this life of crime, ways never knowing
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| Contact and touch your body
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| Trust me I’ll be up in that black van no plates rusty shotty
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| Cause cliques want no drama
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| With cliques that hold armor
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| Blitz approach drama from strips to Osama
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| Hustle and rob
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| We Infamous Mobb nigga
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| That’s my word to god
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| We Infamous Mobb nigga
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| IM3's the squad
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| Infamous mobb and we won’t stop 'til your head goes pop
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| It’s a potent mixture
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| Crime fam over infamous beats
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| Don’t get it twisted dunn I spit for the streets
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| All the baseheads and dope fiends
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| Little one’s that was sold dreams
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| Gungs with no cribs, dunns with long bids
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| I spit facts of life, and clap at mics
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| Turn boosts to crime scenes, who’s tougher than my team
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| Noone and Kaos ain’t scared of no gun
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| I look it eye to eye the dot is ready to die
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| If you ain’t back up, cause the mobb will have you wrapped up
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| Moms crib clapped up dare a nigga to act up
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| I done hit the streets with bricks, and get back chips
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| Now I breathe hits on tracks to shut down cliques
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| It’s deeper than sipping on liqs, and puffing on splifs
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| You might end up sipping on this chrome four-fifth
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| Niggas sleep in the hood, get clipped in the hood
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| And Papi come spitting it good
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| Don’t end up rest in wood
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| We got four pound chest naked running through the block
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| When it’s on who really gives a fuck about the cops
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| When a nigga owe you knots he bound to get drop
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| Moms crying cause her little son got shot
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| How come… He owe me a little cake
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| And the next nigga that pump for me won’t do the same thing
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| We think long range to get those big ass chains
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| Big ass cars, gripping those movie stars
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| Who we are… IM3 reppin' to the death
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| And you’ll never catch a nigga like me wearing a vest
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| Only toting a tech ready to wet the whole set
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| Ready to wet the whole set
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| Cutting your neck, beating you in your head 'til your dead
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| Hustle and rob
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| We Infamous Mobb nigga
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| That’s my word to god
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| We Infamous Mobb nigga
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| IM3's the squad
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| Infamous mobb and we won’t stop 'til your head goes pop |