[Intro: Prodigy + (Prodigy's friend)]
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(Word up son! Word!)
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Yeah! To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas, billas...
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(Yo I got the phone thing, youkno'msayin'?) (Keep your eyes open.)
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For real niggas who ain't got no feelings... [echoes]
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(Keep your eyes open! No doubt! No doubt son! I got this! I got this...)
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(Just watch my back, I got this first. Yo!)
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Check it out now!
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(Word up! Say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda'!)
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[Prodigy:]
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I got you stuck off the realness - we be "The Infamous... "
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You heard of us! - Official Queens Bridge murderers.
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The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
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Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share.
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For all of those - who wanna profile and pose!
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Rock you in your face, stab your brain with' your nosebone.
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You all alone in these streets, cousin.
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Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin',
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And keep them shook crews runnin'. Like they supposed to.
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They come around but they never come close to
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I can see it inside your face! And in the wrong place
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Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up.
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With bullet holes and such!
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Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched.
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You can put your whole army - against my team.
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And I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
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Your simple words just don't move me! - You're minor!
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We're major! You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
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Don't make me have to call your name out
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Your crew is featherweight! My gunshots'll make you levitate.
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I'm only 19 but my mind is old,
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And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold.
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Another nigga deceased - another story gets told!
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It ain't nothin' really. Hey yo, dun spark the Phillie
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So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas.
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Why they still alive I don't know go figure
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Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation.
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If I die... I couldn't choose a better location,
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When the slugs penetrate - you feel a burning sensation.
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Getting closer to God! - In a tight situation...
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Now! - Take these words home and think it through
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Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
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[Chorus:]
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[Mobb Deep:] Son, they shook...
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[Prodigy:] Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
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[Mobb Deep:] Scared to death, scared to look!
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[Prodigy:]
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They shook...
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Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
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[Havoc:] Scared to death, scared to look
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[Bridge:]
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[Prodigy:]
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Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns.
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There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds. (earn funds...)
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[Mobb Deep:] Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns.
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[Prodigy:] Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones. (Havoc: Shook ones...)
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[Mobb Deep:] He ain't a crook son! - He's just a shook one. (Havoc: "Shook one...)
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Word up! I am, I!
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Youkno'msayin'? Ayo!
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[Havoc:]
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For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life
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Yo! It's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
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Ain't no time for hesitation - that only leads to incarceration.
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You don't know me - there's no relation!
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Queens Bridge niggas don't play - I don't got time
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For your petty thinking mind son! I'm bigga than those
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Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
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And when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
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13 years in the projects, my mentality is: "What, kid? "
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You talk a good one - but you don't want it
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Sometimes I wonder - do I deserve to live
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Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did.
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No time to do, well on that 'cause my brain reacts
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Front if you want kid, lay on your back
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I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
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Stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
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Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
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I'm sippin' - E&J, got my mind flippin'
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I'm buggin' - think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'.
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Get that loot kid, you know my function
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Cause long as I'm alive I'm a live illegal
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And once I get on I'm a put on, on my people
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React mix to lyrics like Macks I hit
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Your dome up! - When I roll up don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin'.
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[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
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Son, they shook...
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Cause ain't no such things |