Featuring Mobb Deep]

Intro/Chorus:

4 pound hit you up with rounds

Leave a man down

Wrappin on a rat

The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)

and when it happens

Off guard watch reaction (Watch his reaction)

Look him in his eyes cock back commence clappin

and it could happen to you

Verse 1: Havoc

It's old love I could see the eyes up above

watchin waitin for me to slip

lose grip, opposition got me on their list

I get freshed by Jase

he threw all the fakes

I want my cake and eat it too

Wash it down with brews

Spent a half a milli on gats

You know the drilli

Smack em all buster silly, got dough on the philly

and store-willies, it's the NY City

Hazardous, dangerous game of da

sticky motherfucker keepin undercover

Stick-n-move, Gators to Timb shoes

Jeans to tuxedos

Second motion, son, I be do

down below ya best

Sunnin, runnin outta overpower

freeze the counter, ???? and powder

Distant, Gotti on some flip shit

Resco his cool piece, too grimy now ya death row

to test smokes, hazardous the most

Slow you up like dust

Coke white you get crushed

You modernise

Infamous come thru like the homicide

Hit guys, rip Dons, get mines, the thin line

Chorus

Verse 2: Prodigy

Infamous who rap shit, power moves and connect wit

empire, bless all my sons wit

bank accounts

many mansions down south

Fuck ABT, got protected

War strategies perfected

Bent all day, Alize party

Golf, fuck par 3, pimp, pusher, playa, couldn't be me

Hennessey raps, fully loaded with gats

Now how you like that

Time lapse

you lose, shoulda been strapped!

Be on your back like a new born

Niggas is corn-born, wit

real cats who do this all day long

On and on til the break of dawn, it don't stop

Shit is hot like PJ's infested with cops

Jakes on a nigga ass, ninja break em like glass

Interrogated, they won't last

Would it make you laugh or make you cry?

On this side it's do-or-die

Ya get dead plus sun-dried, you're small fry

We on time with this, mace blindin shit

Gold mindin it, extended 9 clips

Trife life got my mind keyed up

pull out the Tek-nology and team-o

with my cats and ??? blast

Direct splats to your jawbone

I lift that head up, homes, bent they hos and putos

Injured kid, Mobb-tician is the laws of life

Ain't it interestin, listen

It could happen to you

Bridge:

Now what would you think? (I don't know)

What would you do? (I don't know)

Can't beat ya gat, can't find ya crew

Far away from home in a land not new

So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew

Son, yo, they steppin in you

And it could happen to you

Outro: Havoc

KnowhutI'msayin? Said word to mutha, son!

Feels like a dream (word!)

It's like I just woke up, knowI'msayin?

I woke up in a like-like an ill sweat, son

Word up, this shit had me shook, son!

I don't know, man!

Fuckin around with them other cats

4 pound, get hit with rounds

Leave a man down

Wrappin on a rat

The Infamous nuff said

(Enough motherfuckin said