Intro: Prodigy and Big Noyd
 That's my word  GOD! Kick that thug shit  GOD!
 Kick that motherfuckin thug shit man! Word up  man!
 (What's up  son? What's up?) Word up  get go
 (No doubt  nigga!) Money no represent  knowI'msayin?
 (All the time  baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?)
 Who we got here  son? (Shine  baby  shine)
 (Look) Look who we have here  yo! (up in the sky...sky)

 Verse 1: Prodigy

 Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit
 Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flippin
 You fuckin comic, who you kidding?
 My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest
 In-famous crime-zanous
 To interfere would be dangerous
 Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength
 You couldn't do the limp if you was coked up
 by my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked
 My coalition specialises in collision
 The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac, spit
 and leave ya half-split
 You'll be missin much more than a fraction
 when it's time for action
 Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin
 Trapped up, a ???? madman
 We blastin you're collapsin, heavily light my gold Mac 10
 Get imprisoned with dem raps they have you relapsin
 You get castin the Mobb, deaf and assin
 We face splashin, dope fake's ice-pick stabbin
 He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin
 outta place, niggas get placed back indecent
 Live at the main event may I present
 Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf
 My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath
 It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts
 Another satisfied consumer who got blessed
 Single out ya army til there's no man left

 Chorus:

 Man down (Man down, down, down, down....)
 *repeat x3*
 Lay the fuck down!

 Verse 2: Havoc

 Infamous cartel, visible evidence
 We scarred well, associated team benevolent
 Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with
 sharp shit that'll rip thru
 one hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the jim star
 Exiled, son, he get sent far
 He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest
 Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest
 Catchin court cases, pay for your legal aid
 Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that
 Invest third place on my best sold rap
 On the scrap from the ignorant cats
 It'll be dead in a few....just like that
 Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?)
 But now you bucked your own man, amatuer ass
 Homeboy take that ass to class
 but you cut in, duckin a reality blast
 You catch a D minus fuckin with New York's finest
 The conversation from them outsiders
 Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp
 We know survivors, push you off guard, got homicidin
 We analysin, tell you up front ain't no surprises
 We take you down first round, give ya man pound

 Chorus

 Verse 3: Big Noyd

 Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
 to be blowin off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
 Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
 Toss me the fifth so I can bless the GOD with gift
 Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this
 Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
 First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit
 I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift
 My marvellous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, bee-swee
 Morphine raps, you get dope from inner mind-see
 Shit fienin, now get your fix cos you need it
 Fuckin up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret
 The only way you weakin is if you beakin this
 Sneak devy niggas mischevious
 'knowledgin the GOD behind the scene on some snake shit
 The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it
 We just waitin with patience
 Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas fakin
 So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon
 or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, ai!
 Bang em up, fuck em up

 Chorus

 Lay the fuck down, down, down, down