[Intro Havoc]
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Yeah y'all know what it is
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Infamous has just entered the building
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Yeah, yeah mama
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Keep doing that just like that I like that
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But you got one problem
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You hanging with some real clowns over there
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They some real clown killers
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Shooting off in the air like that
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aye yo son where my real thugs n' them at
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[chorus x2]
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If you live nigga then you bussing your hammer
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All my real niggaz not having to stand up
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Niggaz better run or you'll be picking your man up
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Clapping at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs
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[Havoc]
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One hammer two hammer three hammers four
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H got drama with you I'm bringing it to your door
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We get money on tours cuffin them broads
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While we slutting them all then passing them off
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Peeling off in that Bentley coupe
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Got ma wetting them draws
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You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
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She know once that she up in that ride
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And we get pulled
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The hammers going in between her thighs
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Need a chick got to explain a thing
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She hip to it the games in her blood
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And down for the grind
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Till the death rep M.O.B.B
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You a problem with it then you know where to reach me
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I give them the business
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No mirrors or smoke screens
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Either you live it you live it
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Or you just fronting
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This rap shit for life
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P thats my Co-D
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We go back like staircases and O.E.
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Stop playing
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[chorus x2]
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[Prodigy]
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Nigga you thought wrong
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Now look at you now
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Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
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But you was just hollering about
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Infamous this infamous that
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Your mouth was going off
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Meanwhile we counts money piles
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Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore
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But we prefer plastic now
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Its nothing like when its your tour stacking cash on the floor
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saran wrap to the top jumpoffs wont fall down
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Its not my cash your bitch love
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Its how I kill it on the song
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And she get a taste of the dick
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She open now
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Its shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought
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I got alot of gall
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Thats what the bitch haal
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While I'm leaving her sight my heart is real cold
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Real hard on a hoe
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But much much harder for the dough
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It be a bloody slaughter when we through
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[chorus x2]
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[Havoc]
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So don't get mad because your hoe probably sucking the kid
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Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live
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Teach her all about life
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And the bees and birds
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And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs
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And how I stick, and move all you see is a blur
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Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir
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And cant nobody squash this beef
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YOu get it on with us then you up shits creek
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Queens clique
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[Prodigy]
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Dont have me putting these bullets all in your ass
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Your era is done and your time is passed
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We better and these is the simple facts
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You real rusty
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My niggaz is built to last
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And its on
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We running around with our guns
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Jewelery fit for pharaohs
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Around our necks dun
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In o four our thuns get the o six trucks
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O lord
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there is no saving us
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[chorus x2]
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Real Niggaz
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| Mobb Deep |
