(feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep))



[Gambino]

Check it out yo . . .It's us man IM3

The deal, you know, they don't want it though

You gon' respect this shit, right here, the dilly?

Check it out yo. . .



[Verse: Gambino]

Look at my life you ain't ready to walk in my shoes

I was bruised in this game that's why I stay with them tools

Got nothing to lose cause shit ain't workin' out for the kid

I had a deal over at Virgin but they dropped the kid

How come, I don't know they wasn't feelin' the kid

Or the music to hot for their ears to lis

Back to square one it's all good it ain't gon' stop a nigga

Like have me do something stupid like go and pop a nigga

It's a movie and I'ma be the star of this shit

With ten bitches at one time suckin' my dick

We gon' get rich and kill them two cats that snitch

IM3 bustin' they way through this hip hop shit

So watch your lip, don't say nothin' about my clique

Or catch a clip, while you walkin' wit ya lady and shit

We crazy and shit, like chickens with their head cut off

We little niggaz with big guns that'll take your head off

And we rippin' your lady in the bathroom of the green niggaz mall

Where gonna stand tall, we fall if a slug hit our chest

It's all gravy Queensbridge roll like the navy

Little girls runnin' around havin' mad babies



[Hook: Havoc]

Yo, Y'all don't give a . . .yeah, we don't give a . . . yeah

At the, end of the day a slug - a - ruin your liver

For real, on the strength of that automatic steel

So fast you won't have time to bail



[Verse: Ty Knitty]

Ayo, we here foot in the door time for take off

Yo we take over, move over IM3

And you niggaz don't really mean shit to me

Spread love through the five boroughs, tri-state, mid-state

Violatte, get your face carved in

Fuckin' with these Queensbridge marksmen

Never go against the grain, twenty tats, ball head cat, rep QB

See me on the stage iced out, laced up,

Hazed up, jumping in them big ass trucks

When we shoot you better duck, you out of luck youngin'

Catch you runnin' while we gunnin'

Chasin' you down like blood hounds

Beatin' you down to the very last compound

With 4 four pounds, 2 aluminum bats we ruin' you cats

We IM3 nigga you better move back, we fake no jacks

Jump real quick, we them Queens mother fuckers that stay in that bullshit



[Hook: Havoc]

Yo, Y'all don't give a . . .yeah, we don't give a . . . yeah

At the, end of the day a slug - a - ruin your liver

For real, on the strength of that automatic steel

So fast you won't have time to bail



[Verse: Godfather]

Looking back in time a lot of niggaz died

Right before my eyes, suicide, homicide, do or die

My crew and I, pledge Infamous don't leave no witnesses

We handled all our differences these menaces we livin' it

We've been gettin' it got it, glock cock won't hesitate

To empty out the whole clip, y'all niggaz best know this

When it's time and it's ‘bout to go down we control this

And ain't nobody in this whole industry can hold us

And, you can try but you won't succeed we a rare breed

And don't say much, cause . . . real niggaz don't speak

Amongst beef, my handle like “Hot Sauce”

I take that on top boards, my action unaccountable

Could snap at any give time, downing you

My raps steady pounding you we drowning you with Infamous

The IM3 continuous we livin' I speak from experience

He's driven it, we M-O-B-B, QB “Murda Muzik”



[Verse: Havoc]

Yo, that's that shit, that I be . . .talkin' about

Niggaz . . . playin their hands wrong . . . runnin' their mouth

Snitching . . . all up in their blood . . . I can't clique

There ain't nothing to discuss I only fuck with

Niggaz raised me, ain't no time for new friends

Loose ends take my gangsta to the grave with me

It's all day with me loyal to my dunns,

Know it's nothing cowards breathe when we clappin' those guns



[Hook: Havoc]

Yo, Y'all don't give a . . .yeah, we don't give a . . . yeah

At the, end of the day a slug - a - ruin your liver

For real, on the strength of that automatic steel

So fast you won't have time to bail