Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Nitty
Vocals
Big Twins
Vocals
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Jamal Abdul Raheem
Songwriter
Tyrone Chandler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mobb Deep
Producer
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Mario Rodriguez
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
No doubt
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again, son
[Verse 2]
Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap **** fuck you up
Dig in shorty guts, get the bitch to set you up
It's the most trifle, 41st Side disciples
Take kindness for a weakness so I won't be so kind to
**** comin' through, I gave you birth kid, I'm sonnin' you
The Infamous got PC for days
We runnin' thru townships, fuckin' shit, kid, we down shit
Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rep the clique
9-6 droppin' wild on some Benzes, some next shit, crash bar, ask the God
I remember when loadin' up the gats, beef settlin'
Ghetto peddlin' the Sonder, shorty dead again
Songs about, we all around the NC, cop the E series, jealous ones envy
Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
I bleach blind 'em, you can't see like Ste-vie
I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that
Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin' with that?
[Verse 3]
To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
Mobb sheisty, Godfather III and Gotti
Rapper Noyd, Ty Maxx and Ty Nitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City
It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figuring P, there's two sides of me
Snake **** obviously, you get lumped somethin' horribly
And then we calmly guzzle spumantely and Dom Pérignonly
Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out
After GOD drinks, had to shoot our fuckin' way out
Spark flyin', **** dyin', bitches cryin' and shout
Mobb **** to the exit, we out
[Verse 4]
9-6 load up the clips, The Infamous apocalypse
QBC on the L-I-E, sippin' Hennessy
And Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Nitty jiggy
Eyes forever chinky, up in the Mariott
Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low
The 5-0-Migos, the gigolo, what ****?
[Verse 5]
My technique, official white meat
Internal bleeding, he felt heat, then cold feet
QBC committee, Ty Nitty hit the safe
The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates
We escape, ain't no turnin' back to Stat
Pushin' back-to-back acts, gettin' cheddar
Drug smugglin' tri-state, catchin' faith
We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake
[Verse 6]
My crew worthy, blood, sweat and tears
And thirty years for years, extort **** and drink beers
Tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
Thug **** surround y'all, 4-pound ya'll
Animal instinct, these **** gettin' clapped on instinct
I'm tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
[Verse 7]
My crew worthy, blood, sweat and tears
And thirty years for years, extort **** and drink beers
Tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
Thug **** surround y'all, 4-pound ya'll
Animal instinct, these **** gettin' clapped on instinct
I'm tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall
[Verse 8]
(****) Mutherfucker
Word up
Written by: Albert Johnson, Jamal Abdul Raheem, Kejuan Muchita, T. Chandler