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360 Artist: Infinite Album: 360 Degrees EP Song: 360 Degrees yeah Infinite Lockdown yeah yo, I'll tell you 'bout a drama of this wild girl, for real she was wilder than most of them street cats, for real the black Pamela Anderson, Barb Wire or similar crisp, like a gold plated dessert eagle she dealt with ya sky's the limit, a lady thug underneath watch all the huslters givin' nuff respect to Shanice had mad connects, but half of them would have to risk life to make a million was the biggest goal on her rife she just engraved it, small, right on the outside of the barrell couldn't really notice it unless you looked close like choaclate goes right by the light post she juggled on the corner with a blown barb bleed you through nights, a couple slugs dark blocks always run hot, heat up your spot anything done, comes with consequence, sometimes suspend shot forever guide you as long you stay strong the real girl relate to these words, the last don [Chorus] 'round and 'round it goes, but I still strive I'm human, I'm human the dollar sign is what controlled her life but never mistaken yo, you wanna hear about Shanice she livin' in this cold world walks with a shotty, response for nobody streetwise, on a street level they try to take yours try to run your mouth with these ops between your jaws she knows how to draw cocked hammers and four fours must've ride in under her lingere in the top drawer sometimes she feels she gotta rock a vest for the types of work she's invovled wit' rob all your goods, make you strip one night, a bachelor got locked off in the west ah yeah, they done it too fast, the house under heard a gun blast a wild wannabe be one, right through the ceiling now everybody gotta leave, house is fogged up from trees Shanice is on her way out, she bucked a girl she had drama wit' back then once, but never seen since she's in the eyes of others, but too vexed to hear her told me be in this last verse, and watch this drama unfold [Chorus] she was a girl who didn't hesitate to deal with your case the other girl, her man was drapin' it, and all in her face didn't love the drama, but dealt wit it when came to it like the flame fluid in a lighter, same to it half drunk, her man grabbed Shanice by the arm she made a quick dip, down in her kicks she kept her ops tight right beside her ankle braclet she pulled it out and beat a pair grains whoever stood around, she put you involved the girl, she picked up one inside her abdomin her man picked up one inside the arm for trying to hold on same time she fled the scenery, on the way out she dropped her little ankle braclet, but she figured it out only until she got home, she seen it gone, knew the risk turn on the TV, city news lookin' for clues but months later, the time dragged on and caught up it's comin' back around like three sixty, but born shifty twice hard, you either get turned or get time some stellos get to turn you quick and instant, no fines somebody knocked the door a couple light times out in the cold she didn't see nobody standin' outside through the peephole that's where she made a wrong move and opened up the door kid jumped up, from behind the wall, holdin' a big four bare face, didn't have a mask that's why she recognized him from the past, kid started to blast blew one for the incident two in her neck back three for his cousin that she killed a couple months back she titled then collapsed and find her sleepin' in the doorway floodin' the hallway, what goes around will come to the long way |
| Take a Look Artist: Infinite Album: 360 Degrees EP Song: Take a Look First Verse Dem outlaws was born to break laws and felonies Deh got an empty gates in da town, deh run it steadily To all my money makers cross town dissemble funds and put the pieces back together Tryin' to drunk one another Case thrown out, storm da courtroom, uniforms and three piece suits From bail putting up houses and loot, he walkin' I heard him talking to his partner Hawkins about his way of livin' Faces of death He's runnin' with this older kid from around Mount Olive and Silverstone Deh stack mad gats in da ceilin' at his baby mom's home These narc's are watchin' us Undercovers on the rooftop Prepared and bullet proofed up Jurassic blowin' cruisers up fatal They got us trapped under this negative force Some try to find a way out but no doubt some make it out Some learnin' from their own mistakes So take this negative and turn it into positive Whether you what to listen is your prerogative. Chorus Take a look through my eyes and you'll see what I see ENVY Take a look through my eyes and you'll see what I see JEALOUSY Take a look through my eyes and you'll see what I see LUST Take a look through my eyes and you'll see what I see HATE Second Verse Kick off da top lock and run in dat Get to the point Don't let him get the upper hand he's gamblin' with pare man Told this kid thought he was quick, he drew but shot last Blood on my mask This other youth was tryin' to run for da door And picked up one in his back and collapsed Matter of fact my main concern was for somebody grab dis I used my sleeve to wipe the money off the table flood it all in one bag Deh takin' rings to bracelets and found coke inside da bin Bit now deh takin too long, deh inside and laverishin' Come on it's time we make a move so let's bounce from this apartment Fly down the staircase But now deh tarin' down the place wisely Don't want a bate up situation therefore So when we get to the west we sharin' out mines what's yours is yours Beast boys come out at late night so don't speed Ah yo a cruiser cuts us off to try ta make his way to the crime scene. Chorus Third Verse Now in closin' you done know he should never brag for real Come on you know that Remember who can hear they must feel But word out on the streets is that you robbin' mad peep's And now it's getting bad to worse because it's getting too far From front page to stolen cars narcs deh know who you are We gotta meet him then tie him up and drive him real far Then we separate his body chop it up for the cause Dem outlaws, breakin' in and out of gun store Only you can understand spottin' shells on the floor Ay yo it's far from a threat, faces of death, there's nothin' left... It's far from a threat faces of death there's nothin' left. Chorus x 2 Outro |
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Wise Guys Artist: Infinite Album: 360 Degrees EP Song: Wise Guys Verse 1 It's like kliq klaq we barrie dat bark 'em wit da chrome I got your house surrounded gasoline floodin' ya home Line up a target, some men deh walk and deh chat But if a guy get outta hand I'll tare a match and try to light dat Look, my spirit ain't tryin' to see no badness But if the devil interferes I'm going out like Mr. Gladus It's on the weather if my my mood is gloomy or shinin' But if the sun ain't shinin' den you check me bad timin' My mind is free from all the dust, gotta bust While I'm wisdom knowledge, I guess you through me off misunderstanding My mom's is having nightmare of me dying Which devil is tryin' ta slit my throat I don't know But meantimin' out in da world, a man might swear I'm on some insane shhhh, Put 'em in his own trunk and roll his ass off a f#@!n' cliff Try to understand my mind body and soul Everything is still cool, but try to snatch you get ya head blown Chorus Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong Ain't nuttin' sweet, Cross pendants to dirty kronze Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs Infinite, Wise Guys are never wrong Ain't nuttin' sweet, lye down flat just for da cause Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs Verse 2 I'm standin' out ya gates wit all ya f'in' windows open Look straight inside my eyes and see if dis kid here is jokin' Nothin' but darkness lookin' in now all your fear's are open I never eat meat that's one thing I'm not promotin' Forget what he say Get off da freeway, my rhyme ain't never going dat way So here what I say, your gettin' caught up in a knot Watch what ya talkin', I'm puttin' kikos on da spot Great minds think alike but you mind is different from my mind It's set like thirty three of bones going down ya spine So what, a scawer pad to scrub da rust go call ya boss I got somethin' to burn and turn dis 'ish into a holocost Chorus Verse 3 Line up a food, these fools is out to get served right up da block Already cocked and switched it off lock grab papers and rocks He kept the mudge in his socks I glanced a glare of Roosters siren It wasn't us the Rex is heat up, like movin' amos in the mouth of madness Right through da top where skulls crack We smarter den dat, he's sprawled out on the flat of his back Deh scared just by day way deh rap and I ain't gotta prove dat Just by da way dat deh act with Infinite so wheel it back. Chorus (Outro) |
| One Day Artist: Infinite Album: 360 Degrees EP Song: One Day (Radio Mix) (now one day) Yo, who stepped off rage Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn't aim to touch it These cats have started something that they couldn't finish Now they flee the country Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we're living Takin' mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see 'em The chron's shone, spit out the combine I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick We leave no form of evidence [Chorus] Bakin' slugs out the dark Wild shoot-outs through the park These jail houses overcrowdin' All my thugs remain calm Money turnin', trees is burnin' But one day, it'll be gone (now one day) I'm your suspect Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments Digits wit' small letters that name it Man created, but always to blame it I'm far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick Burn up the gear I dressed in Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses What would you ask God if you had one question? Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life Don't try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials Little snitches turn into coffins and push six A man could be my worst enemy, I'll take this >From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces Got me chasin' bloody papers Scatterd 'cross the floor like forty acres So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips [Chorus] Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed Liquor bottles in cemetarys 'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation Still have to make a move, cause just put off Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I'll pull off Black caddies and starlen windows that's bulletproof All you could see is fog off the door And richotched to the floor thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw's jaws All pause, lookin' through the barrell, it's all yours [Chorus] |
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Gotta Get Mine Artist: Infinite Album: 360 Degrees/Beat Factory Rap Essentials Vol. 2 Song: Gotta Get Mine You heard them kids that's cold as ever So stash this in humble rivers Not forgettin' the name Infinite with gold frame Night for us thought they gotta lock this mic in a chain Everybody wants to rule the world and saddle my name Pronto Yo, we whiping off slugs Before they blow like 380 grains that fit inside milis You know the dili Born God I'm on a different flex at night Yo everything's crisp Like pourin' guiness down the end of a chaulis pipe I've got you hooked like a cussie looking for cookie Chop chop tied 'em with blood in a cup I made you think twice to this so kick back and drink your whites Most talks are negative and some are dead while they live [Chorus] Strivin' to find a way I gotta get mine We find oirselves today Is freedom time Strivin' to find a way in tryin' times in this life I gotta get mine Yo, doin' shine moves like that old lady sky with a basin Carry from crime scenes not to exact they destinations Like crosstwon Task force invading your grounds Everybody slowly in the hallway Survalence in the lobby Father I can't make this hobby unknown I turn the H sideways like it's shown 2-0 sewn A diamond cuts and A diamond cuts stone Dirty holsters hold dirty chromes Here today, tommarrow you're gone It's on these hidden cameras Glare these forty calibers They Shone Bout to feel the future, it's on From dusk to dawn these horney hockers sellin' half of they fluck This life is parallel to hell but in these days it's a must [Chorus] Now every man's bush inside the night club Yo let's see who can get the biggest chain Or the best at playin' these games Gotta be the phattest The man, I'm jammin' 'em back Around the corner where the light dims smoke sess and cigars and blow smoke Pull off the last of it, it dropped on the floor I stepped on it and put a twist in it You cats better be listenin' It's all about in the wrong place at the wrong time But you can ask Divine her inthesions Buildin' lessons On the top golden opportunities Some man is out for cut-throat And I ain't watchin' no face And that's a fact don't prove that Just dealin' with beers Most talks are negative and some are dead while live [Chorus out] |
| Addicted Artist: Infinite Album: Drop the Beat Compilation Song: Addicted [Infinite] Yo, fo' real Y'all living in a dream world Rexdale It's a reality world right here, fo' real Yeah Yo I'm stuck in this organized crime life Shook slingers get robbed blind Soldier ain't afraid to do time We run the range like a militant co-thug Meanwhile on the streets, what I kill is just throw slugs Supplying the corner, so them dealers can sell drugs Now you see my block get hot Rob or shoot and get shot Police wanna know our names yo, that's why we stay low I'm caught up between my music and street life My blood is like my heart dear God And my gat is my wife This world is spinning into sicker times, thawing like ice Hated female probation officers, they boook us for spite I'm living fouler, ever since Squig lost his life Hard cold stone, don't give fuck you get blown Never talk my shit on phone ever since I came home You puff your glass jaw, I puff my marley sit on the rail You tell your untruth, I tell reality from Rexdale CHORUS 1 [Infinite] Material world (got me addicted) Drug money corners (get me addicted) Them sawed down barrels (got me addicted) Guarding my heart (but still I'm addicted) [Infinite] Yo I got hit, ever since worse No I never did snatch purse, example My palm grips the pearl handle Too many flaws in the way, that makes us disturbed Like pulling out, broad daylight like I got some nerve The only thing now, this music got my face baited(?) This leaves me more risk 'round snitches and hipocrites Place under warrents, they want me on the cell block Trying to give me 14 years and keep me on lock Surround my house, front and back in the night light Wishing to book me Two in the morning but they can't find me, trying to look me Ain't nothing much to say, after the street already hook me I guess I'm addicted like my mind has took me (took me) We be dealing with this physical, some lie regardless Sometimes the bigger the grains who hit hardest I never boast about it, be smart like the smartest I wipe it off, I loaded it with leather gloves regardless CHORUS 1 CHORUS 2 [Infinite] My Rexdale blocks (got me addicted) All them work nights (got me addicted) Undeath fast money (got me addicted) Guarding my heart (but still I'm addicted) [Infinite] I'm from the Rex-village, dollar signs who's quick to stick it Run up in your house to be specific Ain't nothing perfect or terrific, so lay down quick Special delivery of open burn wound inflicted I guess they like the way we dip it Gangster walks, the way we talk And the way we lie they down on they sidewalk Face down on the rich block, mask up right to my eyelids Stick and move quick, on the run like a fugitive Stay communicated from back roads to pay phones I never talk too long, I switch clothes No time for normal wasting, wash vinegar inside your basement *echoed* CHORUS 1 & 2 [Infinite] Naw what I mean fo' real Rexdale, naw what I mean Where ever you from Got you addicted All my peeps locked down Hold it down, naw what I mean Keep the faith fo' real All my peoples on the block, hustling Peoples working, doing what ever you got to do Doing what you got to do to survive Keep doing you thing L-D-C Infinite Fo' real |
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Sick Verse 1 We pull mad triggers War what we used to, some done buried before What we used to, dropping bodies under the floor Not what it looked like It's what it really be And they could tell you in your next life You're still parrow For whatever dinero Blackout dirty barrels get stuck for your dinero But who's ta blame Me or this dirty game My blood forever cold Just like my last name The world is like this My blood froze up my vein Stick you for your drug money Chip ice off your chain Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your left jaw Chorus We sick yeah yo my crew run wild Yeah yo we sick, we on some other shit Yeah yo we sick, long pipe between your lips We sick, some burn you for your necklace We sick, my crew run wild We sick, from cradles to caskets We sick, long pipe between your lips Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit Verse 2 Ah yo we sick We wild like 2 nines and 4 clips My crew make ghosts Ride close with the toaster Wanted face on posters Guess they tell you we armed like we supposed ta Gats in holsta, drink white rum all day Straight 'till dinner Show up at your party Turn your dance into a thriller I guess it only takes much to know about my family We all about Bibles and kronze Money and robberies The speaker chosen The amount of heat we holdin; The amount of grams loadin' The amount of man we foldin' no lie Sometimes I feel nothing to live for I seen my days in a shoot out with 5.O Ah yo we sick Chorus Verse 3 We were brought up by the older gangstas Off the block who ran the turf I'm from the murder capitol of my town You better research You know it got worse so sail on Years apon the time it wasn't this bad but the earth crumbled too fast Dirty money runnin' da block At twin towers airport searching bottles of rum for baby powder Can't catch us on bare face moves intoxic Catch us on your news mask up like smarter convicts Represents the hustlers on streets or in cells The truth always flashes in light When time tells I'm your LDC time Reality will tell it On the opposite of the gun smoke and I could smell it We sick Chorus x 2 |
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