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[Intro]

Yes, welcome back, to Infamous radio, 3-57 FM

I'd like to thank all the callers that called in earlier

The love is much appreciated

Ladies call up, the request lines are still open

We playin' whatever you wanna hear

Right now, we got a special request

Gonna play this young man record right here

It's kind of fresh

[Verse 1]

Over here we tie your ass up to a chair

And throw bricks at you top speed for ya head

Slow pain, torture style

Better hope one of these shits knock you out

I enjoy watching you suffer, scream, shout

And all that badman shit out the window

And while he gone, Im having his bimbo

Life is ill, and it make sharp turns bro

Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc

Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc, and

Light you up, stop your green

From going any further, now you don't think

So tough, you think you so tough?

You need to be cool and just get your bucks

Should've been cool and just got the ones

Network with the thugs, that's all soaked in bread

Money attract women, and have you (???) in

But loyalty is everything, you unloyal piece of shit

Ungrateful, son of a ho

Your baby mama callin it dumb

Fucked up the dough

[Hook]

Now ain't that a bitch

That's life, fuck that live

I'm nice I'm high off this

Get right

Do it up big, this life

Get right live

(x2)

[Verse 2]

And let die, just let go and let god

You be alright just cool man, calm

Anybody violate us, we bomb

Nigga wrong gonna do that? He dumb

Anybody that foolish, need scars

Permanent reminders

Got 'em all sick cause I spit like the virus

Boy If I get up on my shit say goodbye-us

Time for you to meet your maker, don't cry-us

It's a little bit too late now for that cryin'

I'm the fly thug poster boy

I rap for every young scrap up in the joint

I rhyme for every time my pockets was empty

Now I pop Don, pour some in the street

In memory of the old me

The one and only

R.I.P

[Hook]

(x2)

[Outro]

Yes, wild man, I really love this record, Ernie

Ernie we got to play this more often

This young man needs.. He's just... he just bitchin'

Can I say that on the radio? yeah

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Right in the projects

B.Y.O.B

Bring your own bottle bitch

Now hurry up and call

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We're gonna get into the music right now, keept it going

It's infamous, 3-5-7

Don't touch that dial

I'll blow your motherfucking hand off

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