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Gambino..
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P..
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Nuttin but MOB Shit
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but This Hard shit

"Infamous it on ya forehead baby,
be acting like shit is all gravy
Load up the 4-5 bout to get
I'm in the street everyday Dunn i run city
Smokin' that Dunn i cant feel my face
Shit be laced, Let me hit it again..
Sid Roam it Poppin Dunn they did it again
While kick true facts shootouts black mac's
ask the way, niggas know i did that
pump drugs all rockin a ski mask
We last longer than all these Frank
Take leds shake that like to break bread
Chicken-Heads thast part of my M.O
R.I.P. to My in Yambo
Ya for Twin I Got Tons of Ammo
in The Streets Everyday niggas forced to lay Low

I through threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out Tec's and Let [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

It's My Turn To
I sparkle a Razor
My like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta

I been threats, Tec's
Pull out and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle a Razor
My like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta

P a Bullshit
I Run the comb the hood and find my target,
..Comb the Hood.
his apartment, Infamous Wildlife
You food in the forest, nigga MOB shit..
a Riddle take him to the hospital
Whats Black the White Sheet and Red All Over?
Over here's War, You Just another Soldier
I Been around the world, but is Colder..
Much More Fowl, Much More
The Chopper Chop, The Popper Go Pow
This no 80's Shit this is Right Now
I transcend This is Two Thousand Twelve
Ya Need a Hard smack in the Back a ya
system Corrupt, Better wake up Kid
Cause there's nothing we can do spread the word
And one day we can all shake the world..

& Scarface
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to def.
& Havoc
Do it to the def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.
Joey &
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to def.
On the East and West
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to The def.

I been threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world

It's My Turn To
I Like a Razor
My Style a Box Cutta
Box Cutta

I been through threats,
Pull out and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle a Razor
My Style a Box Cutta
Box Cutta