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(lord infamous)
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes
From the slums
Lookin' them done
Within' they pump
Cough the thoughts
Bitches are numb
Niggas they run
All of my guns
Droppin' a fuss
Filish the wound
Bitches are doom
At high noon
Billy the kid
Splatter his wig
Without a clue
Niggas get blue
Off they shoes
What's up dead fool
I got my tools
Don't get the rules
It's up to you
What will you do
Here comes the rat
Here comes the tat
Hit 'em with bats
Chop off they ass
Blow up the gats
Don't hit a mack
Infamous packed
Down for a jack
Ready to buck
Wantin' to fuck
Testin' my nuts
You will get stuck
Down in the rut
Fillin' the slugs
Empty your gut
All on the rug
(?) dug
All on my mug
They will pay
When i'm comin' with the shanks
And my dank
And the chains

(koopsta knicca)
Fallin' up and down the street
Lookin' for some shit to creep
Niggas knowin' my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta setts
They knowin' bout my roll
Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard
And dumpin' trick in a ditch
That's my hobby cause i ain't ready
In the bushes where i hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo ass up in my face
Now i got your little monkey ass
No i'm not a scapula
So try to break it off with the rest of your dough
(?) the rest of yo bag
(???)
Which will die or bleed elite
Watch yo body hit the street



(?) they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face
But i do and that's a fact
Come play the game of pitty