Ashes to ashes dust to dust
stainless steel gats that never rust
fit to bust
you get touched
blessed wit the real side of life
just enough
you couldn't fight it with your strongest mic
lay down nigga
eyes visualize bad reception
major interference through your upperbody section
I travel like a 2-2 bullet
throughout your body repped to the fullest
Queensbridge representin
presentin the hollow tip crew
Loose lips sink ships
You talk shit I follow through
once the kite is sent
I might get bent but still planned it
no second thoughts
cuz my conscience is demandin
for the bloodshed
I leave that mug red
I'm like cancer cant catch me
cause I done spread
gone now dead enough said
from the scene I fled
with the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
Its like that war
project niggas strike back its on
what the fuck you say Ill be right back
with the gat and temper
end your motherfuckin era
your shorty set you up you better dead her
hunger for the cheddar
big Benz and better
amaretto sours alcohol consumption
while you runnin we dumpin
due to the fact the infamous is bumpin
ice grill
son he frontin

Its like that war
project niggas strike back its on
what the fuck you say Ill be right back

Due to fact that
here take that
Right back at you
we're goin at Duke
already ran through
wasn't hard to capture
what is it that your goin after
the 45th will make your clothes damper
put in the hamper
the fabulous Infamous movin stainless
crime tainted
to all my niggas hold your bangers
live in action
if you adapt then relax
what the fuck you said
I be right with macs then
blastin
tearin up your Fila fashion
give him what he askin
fool you aint know what happened
Back at the cabin
be at the round table plannin
to spread team across the planet
expand shit
slap a nigga open handedly style
something foul
for tryin to slow down
my cash pile a hundred miles
I can recall the days juvenile crime pays
14 years old shorty from round way
brick ass cold still puffin night to day
but why did my life have to be this way
I rock Velour suits
flavor like mixed fruits
my loot get recouped
razor's in my shoe
in case they try to troop me to the island
I know if I start wildin
Back in New York,
my soldiers got the cash pilin
peep this
throwin blows
one some nose and teeth shit
so much drama who the fuck knows
we got beef wit
lift you up off your feet like ski lift
pull back the big fifth
for niggas who riff the niggas you with
then I'm on the next flight gettin bent in the clouds
on my way down south for international crowds




the Mobb way
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