Intro/Chorus:      4 pound, hit you up with rounds   Leave a man down   Wrappin on a rat   The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)   and when it happens   Off guard watch reaction (Watch his reaction)   Look him in his eyes, cock back, commence clappin   and it could happen to you      Verse 1: Havoc      It's old love, I could see the eyes up above   watchin, waitin for me to slip   lose grip, opposition got me on their list   I get freshed by Jase   he threw all the fakes   I want my cake and eat it too   Wash it down with brews   Spent a half a milli on gats   You know the drilli   Smack em all buster silly, got dough on the philly   and store-willies, it's the NY City   Hazardous, dangerous game of da   sticky motherfucker keepin undercover   Stick-n-move, Gators to Timb shoes   Jeans to tuxedos   Second motion, son, I be do   down below ya best   Sunnin, runnin outta overpower   freeze the counter, ???? and powder   Distant, Gotti on some flip shit   Resco his cool piece, too grimy now ya death row   to test smokes, hazardous the most   Slow you up like dust   Coke white you get crushed   You modernise   Infamous come thru like the homicide   Hit guys, rip Dons, get mines, the thin line      Chorus      Verse 2: Prodigy      Infamous who rap shit, power moves and connect wit   empire, bless all my sons wit   bank accounts   many mansions down south   Fuck ABT, got protected   War strategies perfected   Bent all day, Alize party   Golf, fuck par 3, pimp, pusher, playa, couldn't be me   Hennessey raps, fully loaded with gats   Now how you like that   Time lapse   you lose, shoulda been strapped!   Be on your back like a new born   Niggas is corn-born, wit   real cats who do this all day long   On and on til the break of dawn, it don't stop   Shit is hot like PJ's infested with cops   Jakes on a nigga ass, ninja break em like glass   Interrogated, they won't last   Would it make you laugh or make you cry?   On this side it's do-or-die   Ya get dead plus sun-dried, you're small fry   We on time with this, mace blindin shit   Gold mindin it, extended 9 clips   Trife life got my mind keyed up   pull out the Tek-nology and team-o   with my cats and ??? blast   Direct splats to your jawbone   I lift that head up, homes, bent they hos and putos   Injured kid, Mobb-tician is the laws of life   Ain't it interestin, listen   It could happen to you      Bridge:      Now what would you think? (I don't know)   What would you do? (I don't know)   Can't beat ya gat, can't find ya crew   Far away from home in a land not new   So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew   Son, yo, they steppin in you   And it could happen to you      Outro: Havoc      KnowhutI'msayin? Said word to mutha, son!   Feels like a dream (word!)   It's like I just woke up, knowI'msayin?   I woke up in a like-like an ill sweat, son   Word up, this shit had me shook, son!   I don't know, man!   Fuckin around with them other cats      4 pound, get hit with rounds   Leave a man down   Wrappin on a rat   The Infamous nuff said   (Enough motherfuckin said!)