I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped for warfare Beware of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone You all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin' And keep them shook crews runnin', like they supposed to They come around, but they never come close to I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my team, and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words just don't move me You're minor, we're major You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight; my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only 19, but my mind is old And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story gets told It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun, spark the philly So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed n*ggas