It's the infamous back in the house once again   Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls   Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb   Run out and tell a friend drop a gem on 'em      Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire   They gotcha gassed, takin' back and snatch fire outcha maggot ass   Havoc represent for the Q B C   Smoke that ass like a lucie, though I need to quit      Fuck it, I love it like a cloud   Over the projects your game I'm above it   Its combat, gats bangers and all that   You'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that      I mention, nuthin' but the real shit presentin'   The hollow tip crew 41st side convention try for?   You half-steppin like a fresh tec out of the box   Yo niggas I'm testin'   (There's no question)      Bitch ass have you confessin'   Like a D T left in state of depression   You under pressure, intact no doubt catcher   The snitch-snatcher tookin' wit asthma   You Casper, you yell my name      That's only givin' me props   Plus the fans that you got, wonderin' what's got you hot   It's too not, knocked out the box and got rocked   Got raped on the island, you officially got kick that thug shit   Vibe magazine on some love shit   (Keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin' wit)      It's the infamous back in the house once again   Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls   Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb   Run out and tell a friend drop a gem on 'em      It's the infamous back in the house once again   Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls   Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb   Run out and tell a friend drop a gem on 'em      Yeah likewise, I'm tired of rap guys whose faggots   Pure shuteye and swole up your whole outside   I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside   You're claptized and set straight, put on your head straight      Watch out for, these upstate cats be leary of you   Yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs   Rikers island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in   You would think you gettin' your head shot was enough but then      Now you wanna got at my team   You must of been drunk when you wrote that shit   Too bad you had to did it to your own self   My rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state      Aimin at your face at the gate   Bottom line of top soon as you came through   Shot through, don't even know the half of my crew   I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit   Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits      You look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches   Get chopped up, grade A meat, somethin' delicious   And laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches   Then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again      My Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans   Wit bangers the size of African spears   It's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors   It's terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit   You gotta gat you betta find it      And use that shit think fast and get reminded   Of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened   60 g's and one for gun clappin'   Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera      New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch   What makes you think you can't get bucked again   Once again, back in the house once again      Live the life that of diamonds and guns   And now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems   The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend   It's the Infamous