クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Twins
Vocals
Chinky
Vocals
G.O.D. PT.3
Vocals
George Winston
Sampled Artist
Prodigy
Vocals
Ty Nitty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Jamal Abdul Raheen
Songwriter
James Chandler
Songwriter
Lionel Cooper
Songwriter
Shalene Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Additional Engineer
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
The Infamous all around and you know we get down
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound
Thug Muzik, Thug Muzik
The Infamous all around and you know we get down
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound
Thug Muzik, Thug Muzik
[Verse 2]
On this loose-leaf, my Bic ink describe foul lives
Snake eyes, ready to steal at any given time
Or kill, stone-hearted **** at will
Done this shit real, realer than the life appeal
[Verse 3]
And losin' again for real, like Armageddon
Tech's wettin' your direction, your face change complexion
My whole life been destined, as sure as the moon shaped crescent
Caressing these raps like back rubs in bath tubs, I'm blessing
[Verse 4]
Mics of all types, learn a lesson
Live from a strike, deadly
Like gas chambers and bangers in jail, you know the drill
QB on the hill where I chill
[Verse 5]
Forty-one side still real, it ain't gon' change
My **** thing long range, crack a skull frame
Simple and plain, fake **** wan' claim fame
Real **** up north, The Rock, Sing-Sing
[Verse 6]
It don't make a diff done, first **** riff done
We hit done, make his whole shit numb
Run up wit' my gun up, ****, you'll be done up right
QB at the edge of the night, table served
[Verse 7]
The Infamous all around and you know we get down
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound
Thug Muzik, Thug Muzik
[Verse 8]
What's your position? Tryna come at me sideways
But they ass-backwards, jealousy, that all that is
I see that shit a mile away, but it's all gravy
One little glitch, and ya plan gettin' hit, baby
[Verse 9]
I got enough for you butt **** layin' in the cut
Like a Pit neva give up
Character ass, amateur ass, damage ya ass
Wit' a, touch of class, handle that ass
[Verse 10]
Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, two exclusive gats
Doin' them cats, my crew's in the back, losin' it, black
I be that bald cat, shinin' wit' the black gat hidden close to my back
[Verse 11]
My whole clique stay strapped
On some Queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that
Full force, we blast at your main source
[Verse 12]
The Infamous all around and you know we get down
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound
Thug Muzik, Thug Muzik
[Verse 13]
As I sit back, done, and think about my past
When my moms had no cash and my first time catchin' crabs
Or at the time when my bruva got splashed
It hurt my ass, to see him pass
[Verse 14]
But now I gotta keep it movin' and get this cash
You better his ass, if you wanna pass
These premises, for the menace's kid
Called the Infamous, forgive, but we never forget
[Verse 15]
All that fake snake shit, kid, I never regret
'Cause I learn from mistakes that be guidin' my steps
But we pull out and cock twice, ****, when you least expect
(Thug Muzik, Thug Muzik)
[Verse 16]
The Infamous all around and you know we get down
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound
Thug Muzik, Thug Muzik
[Verse 17]
It's Murda Muzik, real-life situations, placed on the paper
For all you cats rappin', ackin' like it can't happen
****, we da most infamous
My team, glows in the dark, your clique's the dullest
[Verse 18]
Overconfident **** get punished
Take a number, and get on line for drama
You wildin' like you was one of my own
That shit don'e mix, we clashin'
Make moves, handle ya biz
[Verse 19]
Gun pose, take action, reach for those
Long chrome noses up, my gun blows
Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few goin' down
I give you that much, you went out
[Verse 20]
Close, but no cigar, you must be a fuckin' retard
Extendin' your arm in my direction, you betta squeeze hard
My rank is that of utmost respect
Y'all **** only know what y'all heard on cassette
[Verse 21]
Manifest words in the flesh
**** always see the light after they bleed a few pints
Take your most VP'd done, leave him like the letter T
You won't see me run, unless it's police
[Verse 22]
Now, take these words home and think it through
'Fore the next rhyme we write might be about you, done
[Verse 23]
To all you ****, don't confuse it
The Infamous is givin' you Thug Muzik
To all you ****, don't confuse it
The Infamous is givin' you Thug Muzik
Written by: Alan Maman, J. Chandler, J. Raheen, L. Cooper, Sian Evans