(Gambino)
Check it out yo . . .It's us man IM3
The deal, you know, they don't want it though
You gon' respect this shit, right here, the dilly?
Check it out yo. . .
(Gambino Verse)
Look at my life you ain't ready to walk in my shoes
I was bruised in this game that's why I stay with them tools
Got nothing to lose cause shit ain't workin' out for the kid
I had a deal over at Virgin but they dropped the kid
How come, I don't know they wasn't feelin' the kid
Or the music to hot for their ears to lis
Back to square one it's all good it ain't gon' stop a nigga
Like have me do something stupid like go and pop a nigga
It's a movie and I'ma be the star of this shit
With ten bitches at one time suckin' my dick
We gon' get rich and kill them two cats that snitch
IM3 bustin' they way through this hip hop shit
So watch your lip, don't say nothin' about my clique
Or catch a clip, while you walkin' wit ya lady and shit
We crazy and shit, like chickens with their head cut off
We little niggaz with big guns that'll take your head off
And we rippin' your lady in the bathroom of the green niggaz mall
Where gonna stand tall, we fall if a slug hit our chest
It's all gravy Queensbridge roll like the navy
Little girls runnin' around havin' mad babies
(Havoc Hook)
Yo, Y'all don't give a . . .yeah, we don't give a . . . yeah
At the, end of the day a slug - a - ruin your liver
For real, on the strength of that automatic steel
So fast you won't have time to bail
(Ty Knitty Verse)
Ayo, we here foot in the door time for take off
Yo we take over, move over IM3
And you niggaz don't really mean shit to me
Spread love through the five boroughs, tri-state, mid-state
Violatte, get your face carved in
Fuckin' with these Queensbridge marksmen
Never go against the grain, twenty tats, ball head cat, rep QB
See me on the stage iced out, laced up,
Hazed up, jumping in them big ass trucks
When we shoot you better duck, you out of luck youngin'
Catch you runnin' while we gunnin'
Chasin' you down like blood hounds
Beatin' you down to the very last compound
With 4 four pounds, 2 aluminum bats we ruin' you cats
We IM3 nigga you better move back, we fake no jacks
Jump real quick, we them Queens mother fuckers that stay in that bullshit
(Havoc Hook)
Yo, Y'all don't give a . . .yeah, we don't give a . . . yeah
At the, end of the day a slug - a - ruin your liver
For real, on the strength of that automatic steel
So fast you won't have time to bail
(Godfather Verse)
Looking back in time a lot of niggaz died
Right before my eyes, suicide, homicide, do or die
My crew and I, pledge Infamous don't leave no witnesses
We handled all our differences these menaces we livin' it
We've been gettin' it got it, glock cock won't hesitate
To empty out the whole clip, y'all niggaz best know this
When it's time and it's ‘bout to go down we control this
And ain't nobody in this whole industry can hold us
And, you can try but you won't succeed we a rare breed
And don't say much, cause . . . real niggaz don't speak
Amongst beef, my handle like “Hot Sauce”
I take that on top boards, my action unaccountable
Could snap at any give time, downing you
My raps steady pounding you we drowning you with Infamous
The IM3 continuous we livin' I speak from experience
He's driven it, we M-O-B-B, QB “Murda Muzik”
(Havoc Verse)
Yo, that's that shit, that I be . . .talkin' about
Niggaz . . . playin their hands wrong . . . runnin' their mouth
Snitching . . . all up in their blood . . . I can't clique
There ain't nothing to discuss I only fuck with
Niggaz raised me, ain't no time for new friends
Loose ends take my gangsta to the grave with me
It's all day with me loyal to my dunns,
Know it's nothing cowards breathe when we clappin' those guns
(Havoc Hook)
Yo, Y'all don't give a . . .yeah, we don't give a . . . yeah
At the, end of the day a slug - a - ruin your liver
For real, on the strength of that automatic steel
So fast you won't have time to bail
