Life Is Tragic

Lyrics
Yeah, what? '96 One two, one two, nine-double-tre Infamous Mobb up in this, Infamous Mobb Up in this shit, nine-God to the year 2 G We're all set like this, to my nigga Kicko Yo, y'all, Gambino, godfather I took my nigga Kicko, back in the world again Slash thug slash player hater We strive for action, breaking nigga's knees for cheese Seems I gotta redeem, puncture your chest Til I see flesh and bleed Thun' I all set, set Things correct, balance weight, no escape It's the Infamous Mobb to the year 2 G My fam will be known throughout the universe Comin right back, back down to Earth Goddamn it, just planned it Got my whole vision slanted, my seed I planted Another life I give, Ty Knitty A visible shield, trife or deal Thun, is life for real? Conquered and peeled (yeah) Or you end up crimed at will, only the real Reality is trife by forcefield, but our shield Release powerful blasts, mutilated, stabbed at the Hyatt Under fire you fold, under fire you fold, nigga For all my team locked, locked inside facilities Penitentiaries, steady living in misery Intensively, thun' I strike you mentally then physically Infamously rap the QBC Convincively I convince thee, it's a prophecy Live a lottery, shut up, massive monopoly I got my nigga Tee-Da Black, Killer Black back in the world again Holding me down with 4 pounds Legendary crown, Scarface and Gambino Two grimeys, word life combined one is in my body, thun Now we living as one Yo son, (yo son I gotta stop dwelling on that shit, man, word up) But we trapped on this planet til the day that we die Ain't no way to escape sight from my twin eye Abide by hood law, jewel from the wise Far side only to see with Mobb eye Genuine shine, left blind by bright light Strike like Navy SEALS seen with dark light With concealed gat, lace black for combat (Lace black for combat, combat, nigga, combat, nigga) Twenty four lie, Southport I support All my niggas li-locked down for life Keep ya head tight, cap front, hit em up right Icepick-like gat keep ya shit cocked, safety off Steady, forever ready-ready To chop or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know Go handle your business, champion winner Victorious, leaving you questionless with medicine Curing your soul, taking control of the situation Situated at hand, we expand like coke, man Foolproof plan, like the gingerbread man Catch me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled Flee to be free, incarcerated from my Queensbridge family T-Dad, Beefstick, Spank Lakey Luciano, Femi, DJ Benny Flock, Free High, Top, Tye, Ta Ta, George Malik Cliff Diggity, my niggity Phat Pharm, Mo P, Rapper G, keep ya mind free Thuggish, J.L., YG Young, Gu-Ha too Old Timer Frank Lou, Ghee, Cousin Proof Green Eyes and Niko, Tim Lord, Weelo Beelo Pa Chico – got knocked slinging perico Sent his ass back to Puerto Rico Jaysaun Terra, Dewey Black, Skinz – all my men Life is tragic (tragic) Back in the world once again (once again) Tryna make a million times ten (times ten) Friends, how many of us have them? Grew up with this cat, had to clap em The Infamous Mobb In the world once again (no question) Tryna make a million times ten Friends, how many of us have them? (Have them) On lock D, cos Dee's bagged em
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Credits
- Writers
- Ty Nitty
- G.O.D. Pt. III
- Big Twins
- DJ Muggs