Infamy

(feat. Vita, Big Noyd) (Havoc:) It be a buck-fifty Your chance of runnin' Is infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged Like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low It'd take a Navy SEAL To get me When I surface If not chips to Benz Is the purpose On

(Havoc) Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they gully when switch when i'm spittin' those dummies I creep in the cold till my nose get runny Then i'm laying for a nigga like i'm waiting on money I ask these hoes what

sometimes I feel Sometimes I feel I gotta (get away...) Verse1: From theese streets like a fiend for crack, but pullin me back, this real got a nigga goin (ooh) cuz no mat- ter the drama the gossip my heart is the hood my dawg nigga's I rock wit (get