Infamous Mobb
My Gats Spitting
[Verse One: Havoc]
Is it real like n***as claimin', "stay to this"
Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this
Hear them one good time, is he faking kid?
Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a sh*t bag
Lay the f**k up, suck it through from a tube
A million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out)
N***as lose they life, hey that's nature
And n***as die when they try gangsta, n***as
Straight pu**y, I can smell that sh*t
There's only one way that I can duse that sh*t
Slugs comin' through, better move that sh*t
He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that sh*t
Them QB n***as, too grimey for y'all
We stick together, f**k what you heard in the song
The 41st Side, and that love go long
N***as screamin' out, "dunn"
And we put y'all on...

Chorus: Havoc (2x)

So f**k y'all n***as
Buck y'all n***as
Ain't no way you can touch my n***as
Try my n***a
Die my n***a
All y'all n***as...my gats spittin'

[Verse Two: Infamous Mobb]
Aiyo
You feel my n***as when we come through, thuggin' it
You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government
I'm 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly
You f**kin' with veterans who's better than us
The In-fa-mous
We crush crab n***as to dust and sweep-o-mop
When the heat raise up
Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts
The most scandalous, make your blood rush
Through your body like it ain't never did before
We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all
My spirit is torn
My guns is long
My team is strong
We king kong n***as when the heat is on
And no matter if I'm wrong or right
Believe me, I'm right
If anything else, n***a prepare to fight
Like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up
Or, buckle up and get shot the f**k down
Cause we got 4 pounds that don't make no sounds
Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy
Believe me, it's far from what you see on tv
It's real life drama, you wouldn't want to be me...
Chorus: Havoc (2x)

So f**k y'all n***as
Buck y'all n***as
Ain't no way you can touch my n***as
Try my n***a
Die my n***a
All y'all n***as...my gats spittin'

[Verse Three: Prodigy]
Aiyo
There ain't no n***as on the face of the map, f**kin' with this
Infamous, y'all, that dominant mall
Just park your attention on my dogs, it's us
We the ones with that dope sh*t
That cold crush
We burn 'em up, turn it up, it's on
We gonna do it 'til it death us, f**k yo' thoughts
N***as be plottin' to dead us, they move in veine
Get they head bust open, it's not a thing
So rap fo' these n***as
My team is tough
It's not a game, motherf**ka
We cleanin' up
Gettin' that money, motherf**ka
You king or what
We use your head, dunn, it's right there
Get you some
You lack strength, motherf**ka
Better get you some
For's me, I'm more than a family, dunn
And we handles our business
And continue to bang
And chump n***as
Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer
Chorus: Havoc (2x)

So f**k y'all n***as
Buck y'all n***as
Ain't no way you can touch my n***as
Try my n***a
Die my n***a
All y'all n***as...my gats spittin'