Man Down (feat. Big Noyd)

That's my word, God! Kick that thug shit, God Kick that motherfuckin thug shit, man! Word up, man (What's up, son? What's up?) Word up, kicko? (No doubt, nigga!) Money no represent, knowI'msayin? (All the time, baby) No doubt (YouknowI'msayin?) Who we got here, son? (Shine, baby, shine) (Look) Look who we have here, yo! (up in the sky... sky) Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flipping You fucking comic, who you kidding? My nigga's laughing, blood bathin, the world's greatest In-famous crime-zanous To interfere would be dangerous Plane descent, stand clear, save your strength You couldn't go the length if you was coked up By my z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked My coalition specializes in collision The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron MAC, spit And leave ya half-split You'll be missin much more than a fraction When it's time for action Hit em while a man down, make that nigga backspin Trapped up, a New Yiddy madman We're blasting, you're collapsing heavily like my gold MAC-10 Get imprisoned with them raps they have you relapsing You get casting the Mobb, deaf and assin We face splashing, dope fake's ice-pick stabbing He slow leakin, he 'ternally bleedin for speakin Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent Live at the main event may I present Screamin out loud for any squad that's deaf My Infamous Mobb, ya heart throb, hold ya breath It's KO from dead arm rights and hard lefts Another satisfied consumer who got blessed Single out ya army til there's no man left Man down (man down, down, down, down) Lay the fuck down! Infamous cartel, visible evidence We scarred well, associated team benevolent Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with Sharp shit that'll rip through One hundred layers of Kevlar, sharp like the GemStar Exiled, son, he get sent far He's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest Below profile, peep style, thirsty prowlest Catching court cases, pay for your legal aid Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that Invest third place on my best sold rap On the scrap from the ignorant cats It'll be dead in a few... just like that Couldn't bust his gat right (Yo, y'know what?) But now you bucked your own man, amateur ass Homeboy take that ass to class But you cut in, ducking a reality blast You catch a D minus fucking with New York's finest The conversation from them outsiders Dick riders, connivers bomb ya camp We know survivors, push you off guard, got homiciding We analyzing, tell you up front ain't no surprises We take you down first round, give ya man pound Check it out dun, them niggas ain't ones To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff Toss me the fif' so I can bless the G.O.D. with gift Yo nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list First of all them tight niggas with that space-down shit I stick a rocket up in they ass and give em a lift My marvelous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, B. Sweet Morphine raps, you get dope from N.O.Y.D Shit fiending, now get your fix cause you need it Fucking up your interveners, the Infamous Mobb top secret The only way you weaking is if you peeking this Sneak thieving niggas mischievous Knowledging the G.O.D. behind the scene on some snake shit The vultures, water from their mouth but we can taste it We just waiting with patience Yo, dun, check the cross-examination these niggas faking So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon Or you can snatch the Mac for the faggot, it ain't bangin' Motherfucker Lay the fuck down, down, down, down...