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 basehead pulls on stems
the Mobb got the [bad word] out and tell a friend
Drop Gem On Em..

Verse One: Havoc

Take a tire all these fake crooks need to retire
they gotcha gassed takin back and snatch fire outcha
maggot [bad word] Havoc represent for the Q 
smoke that [bad word] like a lucie..tho I need to quit
 [bad word] it, I love it like a cloud
over the projects your game Im above it
 [bad word]  gats bangers and all that
you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin but the real [bad word] 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)
 [bad word] [bad word] 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
thats only givin me props
plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot
its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
got raped on the Island, you officially got
kick that thug [bad word]  Vibe magazine on some love [bad word] 
(keep it real kid, you don't know who you [bad word] wit)

 [bad word]  repeat 2X

It's the Infamous back in the house once again
Livin the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the [bad word] out and tell a friend
Drop Gem On 

Verse Two: Prodigy

Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose [bad word] 
pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
your 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 [bad word] when you wrote that [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect niggas is [bad word] 
get chppoed up, Grade meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches
then [bad word] 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
its terrodome, when you see my click you need [bad word] behind [bad word] 
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
what makes you think you cant 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 [bad word] out and tell a friend
It's the Infamous..