There was a soldier. There was a commander. There was a conqueror. He crushed the superpowers of his time. He crushed the Persian Empire, he crushed the Romans, he conquered Iraq, he conquered Iran, he conquered Armenia, he conquered Jordan, he conquered Syria, the undefeated commander, the undefeated ruler, the sword from the swords of Allah 'azza wa jalla
That minefield shit, son
Stompin' on your f*ckin' head
Y'all don't want it
Infamous
People say they love Big Twin, he incredible
Smokin' on that twin OG, and he ain't edible
Niggas better stay in they lane, or be a vegetable
Growin' up in QB, it's real special
Black clouds over the hood, it's like you paralyzed
Kids get stuck in the trap, and catch a homicide
Thought my whole life was over when my mama died (Rest in peace!)
Runnin' wild on the block, lettin' bullets slide
Niggas be scared to death, committin' suicides
They don't really want it with me, they be terrified
Reputation speak for itself, I'm solidified (Yeah!)
Never try to go for self, I split the whole pie (Whole pie!)
When my twin brother died, you know I had to cry
Realest mothaf*cka alive, I never told a lie
Infamous Mobb for life, call us the wise guys
Last nigga try to stunt, I shot him three times
Yeah, don't ever look in the room (Don't even look in there)
Muhf*ckas still pitchin' what you cook on the spoon
We was outside, we was gettin' cooked from the zoom
You was not live, you was gettin' booked in the tomb (You was down there)
Yeah, it's refill [?] (Alhamdulillah)
Shit could get ugly, this suttin' you can't stomach (You can't stomach that)
The plug Chilean with a mullet (This my f*ckin' [?])
.357 and it stayin' in his gullet
Holes rip through like a wet napkin (Boo-boo-boo-boom!)
You really poppin', give him a wiggie like Jet Jackson (Boo-boo-boo-boom!)
You stressin' and layin' into the real
Your lawyer jams you and you prayin' for the appeal
Yeah, we was never actually cool (We wasn't)
You would never understand 'til it happen to you (Until it happen to you)
This is Chirac 7 mal kalamazoo
Have the Yoshihiro Mizu Yaki stabbin' at you, you f*ckin' dickhead
f*ck outta here!
Pack Pistol Pazienza and all that
K'nam'sayin'?
The many gangsters, mafias, monsters, rulers, generals, commanders, conquerers, fighters, warriors have come and gone
