The Infamous

[Intro: Prodigy] Yeah Just like to thank my mama Thank you, baby, for cutting me out Sorry, ma, I know it was hard Look what you did though, man And it's poppin' now (Alchemist) Smell like money Smell like millions [Verse 1: Prodigy] Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggas best to stay up in the house Whilst we getting our money for the two thou' Nigga, P back out in the street, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods in your town Probably got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke, and dope, remember me now? Queensbridge, motherfucker, we blow your house down We the big bad wolves that eat your food, clown I ain't gotta huff and puff, you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash, motherfucker, I could have you touched But I'd rather be hands-on with that, son Certain things, you just gotta perform yourself, son When I start busting, I don't stop 'til I hit it, come on [Chorus: 50 Cent & Prodigy] Everybody got gangs, everybody got cliques, but they ain't like this (The Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle of the young, Black, and rich (The Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you why they call us this (The Infamous) We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit? G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit [Verse 2: Havoc] We got the most gangster shit Second most biggest projects, we sold the most crack since '86 Don't handle a lot of bricks, but we the most thug You think you're dirty over there, but we more dirtier We last more longer than them, more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos ever since thirteen P got the most now, our guns the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah, and E&J Smoke the most weed and that's mostly the haze Get the most Timb boots kicked on a nigga face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth to ever let the thought cross your head That we not the most likely to pop off, kid [Chorus: 50 Cent & Prodigy] Everybody got gangs, everybody got cliques, but they ain't like this (The Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle of the young, Black, and rich (The Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you why they call us this (The Infamous) We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit? G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit [Verse 3: Prodigy] Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young, I bought ninja stars on Jamaica Ave, hittin' trees then Started hittin' trees then We ran the train on the girls in my family dance school, we was beasting Little young heathens I had the Rambo knife, and when I got my first gun, I was cheesing I couldn't believe it I had the power of life or death in the palm of my hand, fiending For people to be scheming They choose to front on me, then they leave me no choice to start squeezing And hope they stop breathing 'Cause if they do pull through, in them hospital beds, they'll be squealing Talking to the D's, man They don't waste no time, they want answers even if you still bleeding Homie, I'm on the fleezy I ain't got time neither, I'm gettin' money off this, it's too easy [Chorus: 50 Cent & Prodigy] Everybody got gangs, everybody got cliques, but they ain't like this (The Infamous) Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle of the young, Black, and rich (The Infamous) You ain't crazy, don't make me show you why they call us this (The Infamous) We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit? G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit