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