[Prodigy]
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Fresh out the motherfuckin pack, yo
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Yo, to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized
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We cook the shake move the weight across the tri-state
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Them jux niggaz bringing shook up out the crook type
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Special deliver sending shots through your Ac Vigor
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My Infamous Mobb get on they job
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The truth gets revealed like the W4
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Some sheisty New York niggaz, thirsty for chedda
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You shinin', you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
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Keepin these rap fans like crack fiends
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Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
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Mix the coke rhymes in grease like baking soda
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Albums of G-packs sellin cross foreign waters
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My Mobb picks is like dime bricks
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Satisfaction, guaranteed real shit
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Rapper Noyd, we meet you at the top kid
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And once we all on top, ain't no stoppin it
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I'm headstrong, at peace with myself like Islam
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You stupid, a hundred niggaz form around me
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Like forcefield pull out and use gun like shield
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The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
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Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
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Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
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Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
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Plans to overthrow your whole shit while shaking your hand
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Motherfucker
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[Chorus: (together)]
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Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
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Still shinin', still climbin
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Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy
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Still shinin', still climbin
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Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son
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[Havoc]
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Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G
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The Mobb got it locked with the Master keys
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Word life combination to the safe it's on
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Get that loot motherfucker spread love when you on
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The forty-first got the heat, for them niggaz that thirst
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This devine nine shine put that ass in line
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Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine
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Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn bust the outline
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A half a man generatin grands
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Kid you know how I go only fuck with fam
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That's why you're lookin from the outside in, wonderin
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How we bubblin, hustlin, break you days in
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Grimy motherfuckers, gettin info from your baby's mother
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Got her pillow talkin while that ass was sleepwalkin
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So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live
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You better be on point when you walk in the rest
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Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
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So I suggest change your location is best
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Because I'm comin through army fatigue dressed
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Blessed with hollow tips yes, to burn through your dirtiest Guess
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[Prodigy]
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Yes, still shinin', still climbin
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Hey yo, yo Tommy, word break the fuck off what is you tryin?
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His faggot ass cats'll get capped for even tryin
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You tried to confront me, but only faced iron
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Put holes through your shirt like Jamaican clothes
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Fuck the myth, the science of numbers is how I live
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If we ain't gettin mathetmatic somethin got to give
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Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live
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Is no way to live, resort to Plan B
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Start to stickin, strong-arm robbery and ice pickin
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It's sneak vickin, it's cold outside I think it's
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Past time for me to grab the clapper and take mine
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You follow what I'm sayin it's like leadin the blind
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Tryin to voice a clear picture of this life of crime
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You slow learners'll understand in due time
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Up the ladder of success with tecs, we tryin to eat
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And put that fly shit on my back, and bless my feet
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With some new and improved, spectate or make a move
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Hesitate or regulate it's on you
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Crime nigga yo
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[Chorus 2X]
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What?
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Nine six motherfucker
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The Infamous
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Still Shinin'
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| Mobb Deep |
