Solidified

[Intro: Prodigy]

Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never

As we continue on

With more of this drama for yo' ass

{"She asked me why.."}

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

You niggas always startin somethin

And beefin with rappers, why our music so violent

And so dramatic, where's the love?

Why y'all go so much static

Is it real for real or all for sales?

I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick"

We been gettin burned like the Waco kids

I don't need to diss rappers for recognition

You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik

You can't be SE-RIOUS

We created this drama shit, we set the trend

We taught you niggas bout diamonds and guns

And numerous ways we choose to earn funds

We veterans, we got a decade of albums

Niggas done came and went, and we still poppin

Our name is carved in stone

Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so

[Hook]

Let us solidify this - what's that?

We been solidified this - but of course!

Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huh

They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course!

We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man!

Who do it better than us? - c'mon man!

Who continue to bang and bump? That's right

{"She asked me why.."}

[Verse 2: Havoc]

I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice

Without the headlights, case niggas know my whereabouts

Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life

I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price

And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice, put up the crib

Won't sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't live

To collect this splurge of mines, never that

I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammers

Hit your mans up if they press the issue

Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led

Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7

Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend

Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits

Make no difference my nigga, we handle business

So please with the questions they right in, front of your face

Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Prodigy & Havoc]

Nigga that you used to click with turned on you

Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you

Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewels

At the video shoot? I tell you this boo-boo:

My stick-o's still my stick-o

My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)

You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb?

You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off

Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you see

Niggas never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat

Niggas wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet

Niggas butchers on they records, but they never handle beef

Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O

Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O

Fuckin right, I'm a man of the people but I will kill you

If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real dude (so)

[Hook]