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"More Trife Life"

Yo.. knahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out

A rainy day laid up thinkin sittin gettin bent
Watchin old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch
Back on the couch, heard the phone ring
It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long time no hear from
No doubt long time no see
I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she three
Whats up wit that cat, you know who your baby pops
Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked
He home? Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own
Matter fact got my own crib, plus I'm all alone
Word? The bitch is bad; chill son she got me tempted
Reminiscing the fatty, jumped in the ride I rented
Rest Timbs, Mecca dice well presented
Sippin E & J straight, was bent when I entered
Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug
She ain't she's a bitch, she back then and now its bugged
Turned the VCR on, "Friday," my favorite flick
Its hard for me to drink Alize (no doubt) I take a sip
Got into convo, how you been over the years?
Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him -- Word?
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him
Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not
She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock
Tried to play it cool, but in my head shorty's wildin
Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas
Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was
With Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz
Let me begin then explain
I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed
Stuck without a gat, now prepared for combat
Gave the address, told my son there's more cats
Be here in a second, big gats no half steppin
They flippin on me talkin bout I never learn my lesson
I laughed an additional hit them with the math
Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the bath
Played the living room, dozed off for a second
When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked
Make moves stepped to the room
All this bullshit pussy better be good
Threw off my Champion hood, slow motion
All arm bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open
It was over laid up in the cut
I heard a thump, jumped up threw on my boxers
Yo, what the fuck? All of a sudden
I saw this black motherfucker with this big ass gat
And two other motherfuckers with black masks (what the fuck?)
Clutching duct tape no escape
Tied me up, smacked me all in my face
Shorty wasnt even screamin, looked up saw 'em schemin
"Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this"
All bloodied up, shook the fuck up
Held for ransom, they yelled, "We got the bones!"
Smiled - then started dancin, let them know they had me hostage
Threw me on the phone said, "Son don't worry son, we got this"
Regardless what the outcome, of this bullshit
Take a nigga word - don't never go see a bitch, word

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"Man Down"
(feat. Big Noyd)

[Intro: Prodigy and Big Noyd]

That's my word, GOD! Kick that thug shit, GOD!
Kick that motherfuckin thug shit man! Word up, man!
(What's up, son? What's up?) Word up, get go
(No doubt, nigga!) Money no represent, knowI'msayin?
(All the time, baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?)
Who we got here, son? (Shine, baby, shine)
(Look) Look who we have here, yo! (up in the sky...sky)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin
You fuckin comic, who you kidding?
My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest
In-famous crime-zanous
To interfere would be dangerous
Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength
You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked
My coalition specialises in collision
The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac, spit
And leave ya half-split
You'll be missin much more than a fraction
When it's time for action
Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin
Trapped up, a ?? madman
We blastin you're collapsin, heavily light my gold Mac 10
Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin
You get castin the Mobb, deaf and assin
We face splashin, dope fake's ice-pick stabbin
He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin
Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent
Live at the main event may I present
Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf
My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
Another satisfied consumer who got blessed
Single out ya army til there's no man left

[Chorus:]

Man down (Man down, down, down, down....)
[repeat x3]
Lay the fuck down!

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Infamous cartel, visible evidence
We scarred well, associated team benevolent
Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with
Sharp shit that'll rip thru
One hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the jim star
Exiled, son, he get sent far
He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest
Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest
Catchin court cases, pay for your legal aid
Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that
Invest third place on my best sold rap
On the scrap from the ignorant cats
It'll be dead in a few....just like that
Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?)
But now you bucked your own man, amatuer ass
Homeboy take that ass to class
But you cut in, duckin a reality blast
You catch a D minus fuckin with New York's finest
The conversation from them outsiders
Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp
We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin
We analysin, tell you up front ain't no surprises
We take you down first round, give ya man pound

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Noyd]

Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
To be blowin off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
Toss me the fifth so I can bless the GOD with gift
Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit
I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift
My marvellous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee
Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see
Shit fienin, now get your fix cos you need it
Fuckin up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret
The only way you weakin is if you beakin this
Sneak devy niggas mischevious
'knowledgin the GOD behind the scene on some snake shit
The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it
We just waitin with patience
Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin
So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon
Or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, ai!
Bang em up, fuck em up

[Chorus]

Lay the fuck down, down, down, down...
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"Can't Get Enough Of It"
(feat. General G)

[Havoc]
QBC
About to take over, your area!
YO

Left to right protect the life, guard my castle
When goin at you, take it to the gats if I have to
It's the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze
Turn that ass to Swiss cheese, leave permanent holes
And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough
Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
That don't trick, ladyless, just associates
Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
Them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
From population, through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya
Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped
Convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit
Handle B-I, on some calm shit

[General G]
I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics
My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual
For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle
Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly
Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got
Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O
Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow
Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)
Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control?
Episode, ya can't control your fascination
Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports
Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile
Wild out for snakeness equals foul
General G, blowin Dutches in the train

[Chorus: Mobb Deep]

Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split
We out to win and that's it!
We out to win it like this!

[Prodigy]
It's like this kid, aiyyo
We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
Out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
Take notes nigga, best check the index
Look over anything that you might've missed
You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists
Pirates, straight off the ship, and mad starvin
Anchored to land and now we runnin wild poundin
On imbecile niggaz who ain't got they feet grounded
Precise, astonishin shots split ya skin's top
We sent pops, catch you from two blocks
Don't run up on you chargin, with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin
Shockin, surprisin shit, left you crawlin
Dangerous, umm, and ready to rock
This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin hot
Rhymes solid like a lead pipe, that bleeds your knot
Knot headed niggaz get knocked out a lot
Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot
My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not Duke
Stormin through the crowd, hard to see, comin through
(Watch out, watch out, watch out, comin through comin through kid)
Spill my over-proof is drippin from my temple
Lay on the wall and watch all y'all
You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall
Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws
Leave red stains on clothes, carpets and floors
Word up

[Havoc]
Aiyyo we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats
One hundred and oh, nigga go check the stats
QB, yeah that name hold weight and ring bells
All you niggaz Shook and It Ain't Hard To Tell
Major clientele, the Infamous cartel
Catch a buck fifty, them stars we scar well
Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
Laid up, sippin all types of shit, get ya chick bent
Talk the bitch to death til there's no info left
Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf I'm petrol
Regulate the Metropolitan, niggaz gettin bodied in
In the lobby-in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid
Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it

[Chorus: Mobb Deep]

Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B thug shit (and that's my shit!)
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo

I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split
We out to win and that's it!
We out to win it like this!

[crowd noise to end]

That's my shit! Yo
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"Nighttime Vultures"
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)

[Verse One: Havoc and Prodigy]

Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list
Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(what's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half ass shit
The last official takin out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin song
Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit
Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggaz on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type
Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck
Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D

[Chorus: Prodigy]

One time son you know we be the illest in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back
The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]

Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on
Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on
Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit
Diamond on some H&R Block shit
Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the bottom face slit up
Yeah where you from I'm from here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years
Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the thai said riiiight!
Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be
Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me
I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em
Son was pro nine with the emblem
Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX
Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental
Jet in a boat with rims to mental
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"G.O.D. Pt. III"

Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus)
("What you got in the trunk?")
Aight, aiyyo Son, yo yo
You think that motherfuckin nigga's out there right now Son?
(Word, what he doin out here?)
Son we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin to fuckin front last week
(What, that kid out there? Yo, I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah fuck that, go, go open the window real quick Son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from the window nigga?)
Yo hold up
That, there go, that's that nigga right there Son?
Right next to the basketball court?
(Yeah yeah, that's the one)
Oh shit! C'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere, turn the lights out
(I got somethin too Son, that's how we do)
Turn the lights out, c'mon through
[sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked]
(Back up, back up, they lookin)
Aiyyo Son, I'ma hit that nigga right now Son
Word to mom I'ma hit him out the window Son
[Twilight Zone in the background]
(Yo you BUGGIN Son!)
Heh nhah chill 'Zo, fuck that
I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin window
(Ga head Son, go head man!)
Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!)
Nah fuck that I'ma hit this nigga out the window Son
(Ga head man!)
Shit shit shit don't blow it up, duck down
(Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head)
[two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah!
Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
[two shots]
Fucker! (What?)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(Yo it's the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing

[Verse One: Prodigy]
Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike back (what?)
I draw first blood, it's over with, and that's that
You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat
You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end, with iron map
Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap
Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact
You'll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individual bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in braille, for vision impaired
You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Havoc]
Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed
While you actin out of character, we observin
Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em
Hennessee raps float like the Phantom
Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin
Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed, but easily revealed and fast
Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain beyond measure
Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear, conquerin your ice grill (grill)
Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil (NyQuil)
Givin a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin your death
That's the dead truth, check in the morgue, you'll find proof
Enough to make you think and stop before your ship sink
To the bottom, night owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I shot him
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"Get Dealt With"

[Prodigy]
I got my clique ready, ready for hand-to-hand combo
Harms break em down, rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each twin grab a arm, pick this nigga up
Knitty turn his face to me, let me break him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
It almost took his whole face off
We got to take position, ready for faceoff
With blitz like Dallas ain't no Superbowl faceoff
We form like niggas in the yard up north
With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost
And take ya life lost, never found again boss
A job well done, relax, throw back fifths
Of Bacardi Limon, fifteenths of hash get lit
Fuckin with the fabulous Mobb, yeah you were sick
Lunatic nigga jump up or got hit
With max and Teks and silencers spit
Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit
That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it
Got you runnin, dodgin, coverin, shelterin
Bullets rippin thru the fabric of ya shirt, it's meltin it
You bleed again, we just another nigga dealt with
Intruder Alert! Our house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven

[Havoc]
Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
By myself, by myself and rollin mad trees
Paranoid on point and now I see who's who
This thing was fake ones outta the immediate crew
Life I take one if you jeopardise my do
You're small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces up
You overbidded and in the Bridge you go stuck
This ain't a card game but in perspective it's the same
Put two and two together-Mobb Deep with one name
Contain drama like Outbreak, you order drama
We outtake and then take you out
Keep it real and throw the fake out
Raise the stakes up, hit you off from the waste up
That's how it is and how it is is kinda fucked up
Butter beats bangin got ya whole clique singin
On a corner while it's rainin, 4 pound left cha ears ringin
Delete those and keep my shit discrete, niggas is trash rhyme
Totally offbeat and outta sync with they light
E & J bent tight, niggas slow ya roll
Ya ?? now ya bleedin tonight for no reason
Wanna be max and does get smacked, show no love
Crush ya team like the bear hug
The Infamous'll do dirt, dead as smear like mud
New York new get-it-greens, I feel no pity
No remorse, takin it to the source of course
Bare that ass thug real kid, it's only your mask
That you wear, take off
Cop out feel the blast BOOM on top BOOM BOOM gat-for-gat
And all the rules got the drop on you
And let the nickel nine pop on you

[Prodigy]
Yo
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats blowin out'cha back
What the deal, what them tough looks and eye contact
Starin all up in ya cornea, ya cornea lack
The look of a true-to-life, crime niggas attack
Go at the first nigga that front and overread
Ya get dealt with

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Dealt with quick
Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it
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"Give It Up Fast"
(feat. Nas, Big Noyd)

[Verse 1: Nas]

Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck
So what's the deal poppy?
You heard the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiatin like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
When I lost but back then was my fault
Now it's time to floss
Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours
I need a suite with the flowers
Complentary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours
On gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written all over the blimps
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From ?? and prima, loads of women rockin linen
I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam
Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand

[Chorus 1:]

Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit
QBC, nigga grab your click

[Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy]

Yeah son, I'm feelin it
Opposition want me dead, concealin shit
Four gats got me livin, kid
Rushin thru my pyramid
You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary
Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch
Ran his mouth like a bitch
Now he's layin in a ditch
Daily dug for himself
On his grave I had to piss
Scud missile never miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru
You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either
It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers
Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers

Huh, huh
Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man
Word up!

The tough guy strong me
I guess he got plans to ruin me
He want ta do me slowly but surely
I beat his fast ass a bit early
Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly
Put the drome to his dome
Let him know it's never early
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him up
Regulated his gat and backed him up
Stepped to the side, P blast em up

Hey yo, cannons are rough
You got strucked up, ya strokes slit
So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit
(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese
Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats
Burnin my lips from roach clips
Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.
These ?R-tape meridiam? cats, insomniacs
Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice
Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru
These kids too couldn't find the pistol
Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace
I'm bent off some next shit
Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre
Lookin for chicks that he can stab now
Numbed up for my fiery cup
I held juice of sin's nectar
Saints found they youth
Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck
Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck
My pipe games like a night train
Top speed thru ya warm piece
?? to say the least

[Chorus 2:]

Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow
Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show
Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit
QBC, niggas grab their click

[Chorus 1]

[Outro: Prodigy]

(And that's how it go)
And that's it nigga
(If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show
Y'knowhutI'msayin?
(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)
Don't go
(Y'know the deal)
Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc
To the exit, niggas we out!
What up!
(The Infamous)
It's over baby
(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
Tell the rest of the crew

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"Still Shinin'"

[Prodigy]
We shot the motherfuckin pack, yo
Yo, to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized
We cook the shake move the weight across the tri-state
Them jooks niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets revealed like you W. Fard
Some sheisty New York niggaz, thirsty for chedda
You shinin', you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
Keepin this rap fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs sellin cross far waters
My Mobb pits is like dime bricks
Satisfaction, guaranteed real shit
Rapper Noyd, we meet you at the top kid
And once we all on top, ain't no stoppin it
I'm headstrong, at peace with myself like Islam
You stupid, a hundred niggaz form around me
Like forcefield pull out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
Motherfucker

[Chorus: (together)]

Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
Still shinin', still climbin
Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
Still shinin', still climbin

[Havoc]
Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son
Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G
The Mobb got it locked with the Master keys
Word life combination to the safe it's on
Get that loot motherfucker spread love well you warned
The forty-first got the heat, for them niggaz that thirst
Yes devine nine shine put that ass in line
Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine
Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn bust the outline
A half a man generatin grands
Kid you know how I go only fuck with fam
That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin
How we bubblin, hustlin, break you days in
Grimy motherfuckers, gettin info from your baby's mother
Got her pillow talkin while that ass was sleepwalkin
So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live
You better be on point when you walk in the rest
Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
So I suggest change your location is best
Because I'm comin through army fatigue dressed
Blessed with hollow tips yes, to burn through your dirty ass Guess
Yes, still shinin', still climbin

[Prodigy]
Hey yo, yo Tommy, word break the fuck off what is you tryin?
His faggot ass cats'll get capped for even tryin
You tried to confront me, but only faced iron
From holes to your shirt like Jamaican clothes
Fuck the miss, the science of numbers is how I live
If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give
Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live
Is no way to live, resort to Plan B
Start to stickin, strong-arm robbery and ice pickin
It's sneak vickin, it's cold outside I think it's
Past time for me to grab the clapper and take mine
You follow what I'm sayin it's like leadin the blind
Tryin to voice a clear picture of this life of crime
You slow learners'll understand in due time
Up the ladder of success with tecs, we tryin to eat
And put that fly shit on my back, and bless my feet
With some new and improved, spectate or make a move
Hesitate or regulate it's on you
Crime nigga yo

[Chorus 2X]

What?
Nine six motherfucker
The Infamous
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"Apostle's Warning"

[Intro: Havoc]

Uhh GOD, uhh, y'know what we gotta do son!
Y'knowhutI'msayin? Word up!
Make that millions fam!
No doubt! It's only there for the takings son
Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son
We drunk all that shit, hey yo!

[Havoc]

44th Side convention, Queens connection
The Bridge be rep'tin
Any party that we step in get they heady-up
V-S-O-P immediately, extra bent
Rob then out son is evident
We stash CREAM, mansions fulfill my dream
Ice 'reams gleam, spread love throughout the whole team
Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations
No conversation, bring all ya good confrontation
You hesitatin, ass spittin, that's bad business
For the game nigga, get out the business
You waste space, substitute here's the briefcase
We deface, smack the smile off ya fuckin face
Tainted taste, send ya home back to vacate
Get your shit together plus your mind straight

[Prodigy]

Yo
My empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes
We pull off a high stakes, great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
Dreams are growing over and my son'll live great
Little man I'm plannin to enhance your mindstate
The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life
The one before me was of an even more trife
My understandin, I'll raise you with precise plannin
And put you on to the whole game of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow thru plans to live lot-o
Me and my lil' getgo, any man tryin to stop us he get wet-o
He couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no hanky
Don't you put your hands too close and try to approach
I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats
And when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes
I peeped you from deep and then you got cut throats
My formulae-I live life do or die
Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges
My protege I advise ya ass to make way
Make way...for fully-auto gun spray
You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap yea
This man is half mad scientist-half sane
Creative rhyme labryinth like poisonous cannabis
Here take a toke of this daily rare roackalist
Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locust
Like sunlight thru a magnifying glass I'll focus em
Burn a hole straight thru ya brain and leave ya open (Oh shit!)
And let the venom soak in
You start sweatin and goin thru convulsions from dope shit I write
Leavin niggas stuck, I let spit
Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick
I'll wrap you up in cocoon, you caught up in the midst
As dangerous as risky business fuckin with this
Contender number one I put you on top of the list
You're the best challenger so far I'll give you this
But peep this (what?) fatal shots that soloplex
Man down, now who dares to go next?
Like General Monkmonk orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit
Atomic, no time for calm shit
We hyperactive and it's time for Vietnam bit
Ya whole alliance gets single handedly bomb-ded
Take heed to the apostle's warning
Word up!
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