"The Infamous Prelude"
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold the fuck up!
We gon' take this little intermission, listen to what the fuck I got to say, ya know?
I been doin1 this shit for years; holdin' heat, sellin'... using, abusing all kinds of drugs.
Robbin' niggas, runnin' up in niggas' cribs, ya know tha whole shit!
So don't ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other niggas that you might see...
On TV... or hear on the radio and such...
I mean this is me, P!
I'm speakin from my fuckin' self!
When you see me... at show... on stage... or on the street... I definetely got the Gat on me youkno'm sayin'?
And it ain't like I'm tryna be a tough guy!
Or I'm tryna make people think I'm crazy... by sayin' all this shit!
What it is that?
I know how niggas gets down, aight?
I used to be in the clubs!
The music tunnel or whatever-the-fuck.
They used to get they little drink on, havin'... fun with' their little crew, youkno'msayin'?
Start cuttin', shootin' or whateva... things like that!
Lotta these so-called-rap-niggas ain't never seen no parts of that shit, youkno'msayin'?
Dig where I'm comin' from?
Word up, yo!
And I know alota ya'll niggas...
Matter fact all ya'll niggas right now listenin' to this shit...
Like: "Yeah! Yeah we gon' see them Mobb Deep niggas. We gon' see what they about, kno'msayin'?"
"Touch where they head is at."
I'll let ya'll niggas know right now, yakno'msayin'?
You ain't gotta waste yo' time!... Or yo' money on ya hospital bills!
If you step to me on a personal level... I don't back down easy, youkno'msayin'?
There's a good chance ya ass is either gon' get shot, stabbed... or knuckled down!
One out of the three!
So don't gamble with ya life, du', word up; and believe me!
I know very well I can get shot, stabbed, or fucked up too, whatever!
I ain't a super-nigga, I'm a lil' skinny mothafucka.
It's all about who gets who first though youkno'msayin'?
So therefore, say no more, to my all niggas... get the money, frontin' niggas get deceased!
And oh yeah...
To all them rap-ass niggas with' ya half-assed rhymes talkin' 'bout how much you get high!
How much weed you smoke!
And that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense!
Don't ever speak to me when you see me youkno'msayin'? Word!
I'm a have to get on some ol' high school shit, start punchin' niggas in they face just for livin'.
I'm finished what I had to say, y'all can continue on!
[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]
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