[Havoc]    Ashes to ashes dust to dust    stainless steel gats    never rust big till bust you could touch    blessed wit the real side of life    just enough    you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic    layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception    maced your interference souped your upperbody section    I travel like a 2 2 bullet    throughout your body repped to the fullest    Queensbridge representin    representin the hollow tip crew    blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through    once the kite is sent    I might get bent, but still planted    no second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin    for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red)    I'm like cancer cant catch me 'cause I done spread(done spread)    gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled    wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head    It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on    what the fuck you sick I'll be right back    wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era    your shortie set you up you betta dead-her    hunger for the cheddar big ends and better    Armeretto sours alcohol consumption    why you runnin we thumpin    do to the fact the infamous is bumpin    ice real son you frontin       Chorus    It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on    what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back       Prodigy    right back to the fact that    here take that, right back at you    were goin at to    already ran through    wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after    the fourty-fifth will make your clothes damper    put in the hamper    the fabulous Infamous is movin stainless    crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin    live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then    what the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin    blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion    give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened    back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin    spread team across plannin, expansion    slap a nigga opened handly style something foul    for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile    I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays    14 years old, shorty from round way    brick ass cold, still puffin night to day    but why did my life have to be this way    I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits    my loot give recoup razors in my suit    incase you try to troop me to the island    I known for start whylin    back in New York, my shortie's got the cash pilin    peep this on some knowns and teef shit    so much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit    lift you up off your feet like ski lift    for packin big fifth    niggas who riff but nigga you riff    then Im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds    on my way down souh for international crowds       Chorus