Get At Me Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

(Man talking) 

I saw him, I saw him 

There he is right over there, over there(I see him) 

Okay... I got a message for you infamous 

You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake 

And you tell him personally... from me! 

And stay outta here! 

(Havoc) 

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about... 

Real loaded, in the flesh 

And we know where we aimin 

Check me out... 

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Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga 

I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga 

Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter 

With the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture 

Listen to the words, take it as a jewel 

If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool 

Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world 

Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail 

Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em 

Get at me, you and what army? 

The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift 

Man down, nigga it's the same shit 

Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em 

Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision 

And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow) 

Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin 

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(Chorus) 

(Havoc (Prodigy)) 

(Get at me) 

Niggas wanna clap me 

Snitches wanna rap me 

Put it right where they back be 

(Get at me) 

Niggas wanna clap me 

Snitches wanna rap me 

Put it right where they back be 

(Get at me) 

Niggas wanna clap me 

Snitches wanna rap me 

Put it right where they back be 

(Get at me) 

Niggas wanna clap me 

Snitches wanna rap me 

Put it right where they back be 

(Prodigy) 

Yeah, nigga what's beef? 

Shotties and macks, little two-shots 

Four pounds and techs, arms and chest 

Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists 

Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on 

Just move on them niggas with excessive force 

And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more 

Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles 

Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle 

Informers tell when snitches snitch, 

Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch 

Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out 

Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends 

It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul 

Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out 

It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down 

My niggas is here, brace yourself 

(Chorus) 

(Man talking) 

Now we all get to know what it's like... 

when some asshole's gonna step out of the dark 

and blow your head off... 

I want you to know what it's like to live that way 

(Prodigy) 

First of all, we the one and only... infamous 

(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it) 

First of all, we the one and only... 

'Til the name wear out