Waching daily Mar 24 2018

No doubt..

[Havoc] Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Stainless steel gats - they never rust, fit to bust

You get touched, blessed with the real side of life

Just enough - you couldn't fight it with your strongest mic

Laid down nigga eyes visualize bad perception Major interference shoot your upper body section

I travel like a two-two bullet, throughout your body

Repped to the fullest, Queensbridge representin Presentin.. the hollow tip crew

Loose lips sink ships, you talk shit I follow through

Once the kite is sent, I might get bent but still planted

No second thoughts, cause my conscience is demandin

For the bloodshed (bloodshed) I leave that mug red (mug red)

I'm like cancer can't catch me cause I done spread (done spread)

Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene I fled

With the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head

It's like that, war, project niggas strike back

It's on - what the fuck you say?

I'll be right back With the gat, and temper, end your motherfuckin

era Your shorty set you up you betta dead her

Hunger for the cheddar big Benz or better Armeretto sours, alcohol consumption

While you - runnin we thumpin Due to the fact +The Infamous+ is bumpin

Ice grill, son you frontin

It's like that, war, project niggas strike back

It's on - what the fuck you said?

I'll be right back It's like that, war, project niggas strike

back It's on - what the fuck you said?

I'll be right back

Welcome to the fact that, here take that Right back at you, I'm goin at Duke, already

ran through Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your

goin after?

(What is it what is it?)

The forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin

stainless Crimes heinous, to all my niggas hold your

bangers Live in action, if you were dapped then relax

then The fuck you said?

I'll be right back with mac's then Blastin, tearin up your Fila fashion

Give him what he ask an' fill you in on what happened

Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin To spread team across planet, expand shit

Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin foul

For tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles

I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays Fourteen years old, shorty from round way

Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day But why did my life have to be this way?

I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits My loot give recoup, razors in my shoe

Case they try to troop me to the Island I'm known for start whylin

Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash pildin

Peep this, throwin blows on some nose and teeth shit

So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?

Lift you up off your feet like ski lift Pull back the big fifth for niggas who riff

Them niggas you with Then I'm on the next flight, gettin bent in

the clouds On my way down South for international crowds

(Word up, word up son, we gotta get this motherfuckin money kid

Knahmsayin?

What up kid?

Fuck that son..)

It's like that, war, project niggas strike back

It's on - what the fuck you said?

I'll be right back It's like that, war, project niggas strike

back It's on - what the fuck you said?

I'll be right back