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..