Special Edition - Infamous Mobb

We got hits for years, I got a bitch for every day of the year

We got chips, ice with Glocks and clips

Push the hottest whips and shit we came from the bottomless pit

Now we reign on the top of the shit

Foul things in my past that I’ll never forget

Would I last, will I die young I never gave up

Now we up

In the class for delf, the most felt stay to ourself

We playing with the cards that was dealt like

First time I seen a man get killed that shit was mad real

Damn that was my brother

And I love him like mine, I promise to this day everything will be fine

So we foreverly shine, now we vow to divide pie

What’s yours is mine

And for y’all faggot ass niggas we gon' ?hogged?

them blind

In and out, stick and move, it’s just a matter of time

And I stay with a grimy ass pistol on my side

And I name it four-five

Yeah die nigga die

You won’t see it coming

And you won’t know why

When you look into my eyes tell me what you see

We be the realest motha fuckas from these New York streets

We gon' lay it down flat, way it supposed to be

Knitty, Gambino, Gotti, Chinky, G. Part Three

Come On (Loud Chanting)

Infamous Special Edition the hoes pay attention

When we rock cause friction, get plucked out position

Platinum plates we be pissing them out

Haze with stout

Them joints we pull 'em out, do them things that you read about

Stick and move in and out quick never the easy route

So fuck what you be about we care less

I’ll throw my gun up in your mouth and blow off your head

Through all the foul shit, the hurt

The hard work

The dirt, the pain

Until it stop on top, we remain

Simple and plain

Rock long chains and ice rings

Timb boots, baggy jean suits ready to shoot

With plushed out cribs, multiple guns and clips

I got a thousand niggas ready to flip and kill shit

What, niggas don’t want it

When you look into my eyes tell me what you see

We be the realest motha fuckas from these New York streets

We gon' lay it down flat, way it supposed to be

Knitty, Gambino, Gotti, Chinky, G. Part Three

Come On

(Loud chanting until end)