I got you stuck off the realness - we be "The Infamous... "
You heard of us! - Official Queens Bridge murderers.
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share.
For all of those - who wanna profile and pose!
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with' your nosebone.
You all alone in these streets, cousin.
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin',
And keep them shook crews runnin'. Like they supposed to.
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face! And in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up.
With bullet holes and such!
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched.
You can put your whole army - against my team.
And I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me! - You're minor!
We're major! You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight! My gunshots'll make you levitate.
I'm only 19 but my mind is old,
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold.
Another nikka deceased - another story gets told!
It ain't nothin' really. Hey yo, dun spark the Phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed nikkas.
Why they still alive I don't know go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation.
If I die... I couldn't choose a better location,
When the slugs penetrate - you feel a burning sensation.
Getting closer to God! - In a tight situation...
Now! - Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.