50 Cent, Mobb Deep - The Infamous lyrics

Yeah just like to thank my mama
Thank you, baby, for cutting me out
Sorry, ma, I know it was hard
But look what you did though, man!
And it's popping now
(A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist)
Smell like money smell like millions

Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That's right
Niggas best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money
For the two thou'
Nigga, P back out in the streets
So what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods
In your town
Probably got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke and dope, remember me now?
Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow


Your house down
We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food
Clown i ain't gotta huff and puff
You know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker I
Could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with that son
Certain things
You just gotta perform youself son
When I start busting I don't
Stop till I hitting, c'mon

Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks
But they ain't like this (The Infamous)
Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (The Infamous)
You ain't crazy
Don't make me show you why they call us this
(The Infamous) we own the streets
Who basically control this rap shit
G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!

We got the most gangsta shit
The second most biggest projects
We sold the most crack since '86
Don't handle a lot of bricks
But we the most thug
You think you're dirty over there
But we're more dirtier
We last more longer than them
More songs than them
More money for us, more broads than them
We get the most love in the streets
I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen
P got the most now our guns the most loud
With enough bullets to down
Mostly the whole crowd
We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jay
We smoke the most weed
That's mostly the haze
Get the most Timb boots kicked
On a nigga's face
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face
Of the Earth
To ever let the thought cross your head
That we not the most likely to pop off kid

Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks
But they ain't like this (The Infamous)
Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (The Infamous)
You ain't crazy
Don't make me show you why they call us this
(The Infamous) we own the streets
Who basically control this rap shit
G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!

Right now, I change guns with the season
When I was young
I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica
Ave hitting trees then
Started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls
And on my family dance schools
We was beasting, little young heavens
I had the Rambo knife, and when
I got my first gun, i was cheesing
I couldn't believe it
I had the power of life or death
In the palm of my hands, fiending
But people to be scheming
They choose to front on me
Then they leave me no
Choice to start squeezing
And hope they stop breathing
Because if they do pull through
In the hospital beds they'll be squealing
Talking to these D's man
They don't waste no time
They want answers even if
You're still bleeding
Homie, I'm on the fleezy
I ain't got no time neither I'm
Making money off of this, it's too easy!

Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks
But they ain't like this (The Infamous)
Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (The Infamous)
You ain't crazy
Don't make me show you why they call us this
(The Infamous) we own the streets
Who basically control this rap shit
G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!