Mobb Deep The Infamous Prelude Lyrics:
[Prodigy talking]
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 doin
this shit for years; holdin' heat, sellin, using,
abusing all types of drugs. Robbin' niggas, runnin
up in niggas' cribs, ya know? The 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, ya know what I'm
sayin? I mean this is me, P. I'm speakin from my
fuckin self. When you see me at a show, on stage
or on the street, I definetely got the gat on me,
know what I'm sayin? Knowaimean? [sniffs] And it
aint like I'm tryin to be a tough guy, or I'm
tryin to 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 wit their little crew,
knowatimsayin? Start cuttin or shootin or whateva.
Things like that. Lotta these so called rap niggas
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aint never seen no parts of that shit,
knowatimsayin? Dig where I'm comin from? Word up,
yo. And I know a lot of 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.
Knowatimsayin? Touch where they head is at."
Yo, I'll let ya'll niggas know right now
yaknowwatimsayin you aint 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
knowatmsayin 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 wit ya life,
du'. Word up. And believe me, I know very well I
can get shot, stabbed, or fucked up too, whatever.
I aint super-nigga I'm a lil skinny mothafucker.
It's all about who gets who first though,
knowaimsayin? So therefore, say no more, to all my
niggas get the money, frontin' niggas get
deceased. And oh yeah.. to all them rap ass niggas
wit 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, knowaimsaying?
Word. Imma have to get on some ol' high school
shit, start punchin niggas in they face just for
livin. Yo, I'm finnished what I had to say, ya'll
can continue on.
Lyrics: The Infamous Prelude, Mobb Deep [end]