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Just when you thought it was safe to out
Infamous all in face, in your mouth
That's right, best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money, for the two

Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods in your
Pableek got bundles of in your town
Like crack, coke and dope, remember me

Queen Bridge motherfucker, blow your house down
We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food
I ain't gotta and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun out

I got motherfucker, I could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with son
Certain things, you gotta perform yourself son
When I start busting I don't stop I hitting, come on

Everybody got gangs, everybody got
But they ain't this the infamous
can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, and rich, the infamous

You ain't crazy, make me show you
Why they us this the infamous
We own the streets, who basically
This rap shit,

We got the most gangsta shit, the most biggest projects
We sold the crack, since '86
Don't a lot of pricks, we the most thug
You think you're dirty over there but more dirtier

We last more longer than more songs than them
money for us, more broads than them
We get the love in the streets
I had the tattoos ever since thirteen

P got the most now, our are the most loud
enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd
We the most Henny, yeah, me and Jake
We smoke the weed and that's mostly the haze

Get the most of them the rules kicked on a nigga's
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the
Of the to ever let the thought cross your head
we're not the most likely to pop off kid

Everybody got gangs, everybody got
But they like this the infamous
Everybody can't to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich, the

You ain't crazy, don't me show you
Why they call us the infamous
We own the streets, who basically
This rap shit,

Right now, I change guns the season
When I was young I bought Ninja on Jamaica Ave
trees then, started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls and on my dance schools

We was beasting, little young
I had the knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing
I couldn't it, I had the power of life or death
In the palm of my hands,

But to be scheming if you choose to front on me
That leaves me with no but to start squeezing
And I hope they breathing
Because if they do pull through, in the beds

They'll be squealing, to these D's man
They don't waste no time, they answers
if you're still bleeding, homey, I'm on the fleezy
I ain't got no time neither I'm money off of this, it's too easy

Everybody got gangs, got clicks
But they ain't like this the
Everybody can't afford to the lifestyle
Of the young, and rich, the infamous

You ain't crazy, don't make me you
Why they call us this the
We own the streets, who basically
This rap shit,