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 bomb run out and tell a friend
  Drop A 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 ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C
  smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit
  fuck it, I love it like a cloud
  over the projects your game Im 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
  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 shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit
  (keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin wit)
    Chorus: 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 bomb run out and tell a friend
  Drop A Gem On Em
    Verse Two: Prodigy
    Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose faggots
  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 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 chppoed 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
  its 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 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 bomb run out and tell a friend
  Its the Infamous..