
Lifestyles of the Infamous - Infamous Sessions Mix
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My life is all about riches and bitches
Snitches get stitches
Want me to put you on?
Keep wishing
You need to learn the rules and conditions
There's facts that you missing
Sit back and take notes, man
Listen
First of all, the foundation
Money is the root of all evil
The cream'll have you shitting on your people
Living like lotto, everything is everything
Ain't nothing changed but the clothes that my money bring
I'm making figures that I never thought possible
You try to slow me down, you find yourself in the hospital
My crew got the army of Texases and the Macuras
Kid, you get your cap peeled backwards
For years
I've been trying to blow for years
Getting bent off my wet, spend a G on beers
Living life to the fullest
My story ends with a bullet
'Til the coke oil drop to the bottom of the
Pot, my invincible crew will never stop
If you looking, you can find me rising to the top
I'm a classic
Approach my level and get your ass kicked
Floating in a river with your body wrapped in plastic
I'm trying to make a half a million, triple in
Size before my eyes, another part of my team dies
I can still hear his voice while he up in the skies
While the rest still living, steady telling me lies
It's like a bad dream, and I can't wake up
But at the same time, I love it and I can't give it up
I got to get mines, no matter what the consequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the nine, let my heat serve purpose
Sling, do my thing, organize fiend service
Trying to make a mil is stress, you know the deal
So we sling krills
Get your cap peeled 'cause everything is real
But I want to chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sipping bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort, get caught
Dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
You get your life lost, never found again, my friend
Mission completed, watch you dropping less than 10
On the road to the riches, hitting snitches off with mad stitches
Your last resting place will be a ditch, kid
No one can stop me
Try, your style's sloppy
You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
The theme is all about making the green
Living up in luxury, pushing fat whips and living comfortably
It's all about the riches and bitches
Snitches get stitches
Lifestyles of the infamous
It's all about the riches and bitches
Snitches get stitches
Lifestyles of the infamous
The infamous, the infamous, the infamous, the infamous
Ayo, yo, P
Yo, what up, son?
Yo, what up, kid?
Chilling?
Yeah
No doubt, I'm just about finished this joint
All right
How much you got left, son?
About a little half a minute
I'll finish in a little while
True, true, true
Damn
What up?
What's up with them shorties, yo?
Oh, business?
They coming over in a little while, kid
You better hurry up and get over here
Man, I hope them shorties ain't frontin', man
Nah, never that, son
Come on, hurry up, man
All right, all right
So, yo, um, check it, I'll be over there in a
Little, son, little, you know what I'm saying?
Later on tonight, all right?
Yeah
All right, chill
Too much dough to get for one man to handle
Started from the bottom, went further than I planned to
It's a whole new world and my team is on
That's why your crew and mines can't get along
But it ain't no thing to me
If I die, just bury me with a bottle of Hennessy
And I'll be all right, but I ain't dropping no time soon
'Cause before you clap me, I'ma clap you
If I offend you, so the fuck what?
If you ain't busting your gat, then shut the fuck up
'Cause one less nigga is just more money circulating
More clientele to keep my pager percolating
Some bust me, don't discuss me, trust me
Niggas tried to thump, but got lumped very roughly
Then we motored in the three-quarter, across the water
Queensbridge just right around the corner
Where you can find me at the store spending my rent
Getting bent, drink Dainy, and save 20 cent
Find a bitch, then take her upstairs and bend her over
The same every day 'til my life's all over







































