Forever wild from the cradle to the grave. Kid watch your back one time it's comin' always. They lock me up for 12 days I can't comprehend. Now I'm a free man on the streets again.
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Yeah. Uhh, no doubt, son, word up. . Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run. Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns. They probably got the phones tap, so I won't speak long.
Yea. Yea. . (). Lock the corridor, call the coroner. The drama's over, can't you see the euphoria?. Warrior, your job is getting cornier and cornier. We don't play games, never will be, ever toy wit ya.
[Prodigy]. And here we go again. Y'all callin in reinforcements. The Mobb come through, stop up the shit. P'll come through and shot up your vest. Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?.
Yeah. sendin this one out. to my man killa b. No doubt indeed. without weed. knowhati'msayin?. That old real shit.. . There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from.
"Yeah. sendin this one out. to my man Killa B. No doubt indeed. without weed. knowhatI'msayin?. That old real shit.. . (Prodigy). There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from.
Yeah. sendin this one out. to my man Killa B. No doubt indeed. without weed. knowhatI'msayin?. That old real shit.. . There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from.
[Chorus]. A lot of money got made, drugs got sold. Lives got took on these corners so cold, oh. Imagine if the street lights, could talk and tell the story of the street life.
Yeah uh huh. That true shit. That shit that makes me feel shit. To all my niggas and my bitches. Yo, check it, uh huh. . It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes.
NYC, word up. . Verse 1: Prodigy, A.C.D.. . M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn sometin. Let's get lifted, Queens is you wit me. Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me.
The midnight murder, two cop bodies on my heat. Walk the street with a motherfuckin straight face. Little shorty flip the script, huh. on any punk ass nigga or bitch.
Woooh, yeah, you can get with this, or you can get with that. I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack. Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back.
(Prodigy). We shot the motherfuckin pack, yo. Yo, to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized. We cook the shake move the weight across the tri-state. Them jooks niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type.
Prodigy: First of all, we the one and only Infamous. . Havoc: Everybody wanna use the name. Soundin' all lame. . Prodigy: We come up in the party with them shanks and things.
C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings. Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin'. Business with pleasure won't measure, will it?.
(Prodigy). Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never. As we continue on. With more of this drama for yo' ass. {"She asked me why."}. . You niggaz always startin somethin.
Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked. Now, you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops. Tryin' to verify your government, they got you now, they lovin' it.
(Havoc). Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that. get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed. keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks. I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook.