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Los infamous (ft. mobb deep)

Tres Coronas





The infamous all around and you know we get down 
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound 
Thug muzik thug muzik (2 times) 

All that's loose leaf my big game 
Scrow foul lives snake eyes 
Ready with steel at any given time 
I'm a kill stone hearted nigga at will 
Done this shit real riddle in a life appeal 
And losing again for real like armageddon 
Tech sweating your direction 
Your face change applection 
My whole life been destined, to show as the moon, shape cressin 
Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs 
I'm blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson 
Live from the strike -deadly- 
Like gas chambers and pengas in jail 
You know the dreal, qb on the hill where i chill 
41 side still real, it ain't gone change 
My niggas think long range crack the skull frame 
Simple and plain fake niggas want claim fame 
Real niggas up north, the vack sing sing 
It don't make a diff don, first nigga if done 
We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up 
Nigga you be done up right, qb at the end of the night 
Take a serve 

Chorus 

What's your position? 
Trying to come at me sideways 
But they ass backwards, jealousy- that's all that is 
I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy 
One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby 
I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut 
Like a pit never give up 
Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass 
With a touch of class handle that ass 
Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas 
Doing them cats, my crew's in the back 
Losing it black, i be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat 
Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped 
On some queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that 
Full force, we blast at your main source 

Chorus 

As i sit back don, i think about my past 
When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs 
Or at the time when my brother got splashed 
It hurt my ass, to see him pass 
But now i gotta keep on moving to get this cash 
You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass 
The premicise for the minister's kid 
Called the infamous 
Forgive but we never forget 
All that fake snake shit, could i never regret 
Cause i learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps 
But we pull out and cock twice nigga 
When you least expect 

Chorus 

It's murda muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper 
For all you cats rapping acting like it cant happen 
Nigga we the most infamous, my team 
Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest 
Overconfident niggas get punished 
Take a number and get in and get on line for drama 
You whiling like you was one of my own 
That shit don't mix, we clashing 
Make moves, handle your biz 
Gun po's, take action, reach for those 
Long chrome noses -up- my gun blows 
Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down 
I give you that much, you ain't out 
Close but no ci-gar, you must be a fucking retard 
Extending your arm in my direction 
You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of up most respect 
You niggas only know what you heard on cassette 
Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light 
After they bleed a few pints 
Take your most vp don, leave them like the letter t 
You won't see me run, unless its police 
Now take these words home and think it through 
For the next rhyme we write might be about you don



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