Lyrics The Future - Infamous Mobb

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, nigga, my thug, come on
Yo, check it, check it

I'm hungry, the kid need money by the millions
I'ma get it and split it with the family, handle business
Bear witness, reality rap, see how we live it
Know we spit it and give it to the world through our lyrics
When you hear it coming through the speakers
Roll up like the Cheeba, take a deep pull of that ether
I.N.F. Infamous, Unbe the feature
Fresh out the box like a new pair of sneakers

Hundred thousand dollar Beepers, it get deeper
Street sweepers, AK's, them big heaters

Take off your top, get dropped down, it's easy
From the hood where it's greasy, y'all cowards best believe it

I represent the dirt, filth, scum of the Earth (Uh-huh)
Land two headshots, one in your shirt (Shirt)

Success breed envy, cribs get built (Built)
Wives get left live, kids get killed (Killed)
Yak get thrown back like Fabolous' closet (Uh-huh)
Seen niggas get shot, stabbed, and nabbed in the projects (Projects)
Seen coke get turned over like sliced up apples (Apples)
Chill, them bitches bout it, dog, they might bust at you

Father Ru to QB, front and stunt on us (On us)
My killers rep I.M.3 with guns on us (On us)

And I don't really know what type of haze y'all smoking (Uh-huh)
But niggas like you keep the graveyard open

Fall back, Father Ru, QB, we the future
We spit the truth every time we step in the booth
Reality rap, that's all we know
Yeah, money, guns, drugs, and hoes

Niggas want it, they get it in the worst way
All y'all cowards bow slow, y'all can't stop our flow
I ain't trying to go back to the block selling crack (Uh-huh)
I'd rather fall back and rap, get paid off of that
Catch me at the shows, bent off yak
Chasing it with Hypnotic, we got broads exotic
I.N.3, we got it locked
Big chains and crosses, Mitty the enforcer
Gambino will gab you, G.O.D. will clap you

Fuck out of here, y'all not in our league
Y'all minor, we major, we large
Big Un and B12, y'all know we on our charge

We here to break the plate, roll deep like jakes
Now state to state, do shows for cake
Y'all niggas better come straight or raise this to your face
We move like Kuwait and ready to attack

Joint full to the top, I'm above the law like cops
I'm bound to get knocked and do a little time

Ain't nothing wrong with doing a little crime
Get your pockets right so you can live fine
Reality rap, dun, I'm gon' get mine
So I can cop a crib and lay up with a dime
My name is Big Twin, but you can call me slime
That walk with that limp from that big nine

Fall back, Father Ru, QB, we the future
We spit the truth every time we step in the booth
Reality rap, that's all we know
Money, guns, drugs, and hoes
Fall back, Father Ru, QB, we the future
We spit the truth every time we step in the booth
Reality rap, that's all we know
Money, guns, drugs, and hoes