Mobb Deep - The Infamous Prelude Lyrics
feat. ProdigyYeah yeah yeah / Yeah yeah yeahHold the ***** upWe gonna take this little intermission to listen /To what the ***** I got to say, you knowI been doing this shit for years:Holding heat, sellingUsing, abusing all kinds of drugs;Robbing niggas, running up in niggas' cribsYou know, the whole shitSo don't ever in your life get me confused /With some of them other niggas that you might seeOn TVOr hear on the radio and suchKnow what I'm saying?I mean, this is me: P /I'm speaking for my *****ing selfWhen you see me:At the showOr on stageOr on the streetI DEFINITELY got the gat on meYou know what I'm saying?And it ain't like I'm trying to be a tough guy /Or trying to make people think I'm crazy /By sayin' all this shitBut what it is, dat:I know how niggas gets down, alright?I used to be in the clubs:The Muse / The Tunnel —Whatever the *****Niggas get they little drink on /HavinFun with they little crew(You know what I'm saying)Start cuttin' / shootin' / whateverThings like thatA lot of these so-called "rap niggas" /Ain't never seen no parts of that shitYou know what I'm sayingYou dig where I'm coming from?Word up, yoAnd I know a lot of y'all niggas —Matter of fact, all y'all niggas /Is right now listening to this shit /Is like:"We gonna see them Mobb Deep niggasWe gonna see what they about. /Know what I'm sayingWe gonna see where they head is at."So yo /I'm gonna let you niggas know right now:You ain't gotta waste your time /Or your money /On your hospital billsAnd if you step to me /On a personal levelI don't back down easilyThere's a good chance your ass is gonna get /Shot /Stabbed /Or knuckled down /One out of the threeSo don't gamble with your life, dude /Word upAnd believe me:I know very well I could getShot /Stabbed /Or *****ed up too, whatever /— I ain't "Super Nigga" /I'm a little skinny mother*****aIt's all about /Who gets who first, thoughYou know what I'm sayin?So therefore / Say no moreTo all my niggas:Get the money / Frontin niggas get deceasedAnd oh yeah:To all them rap-ass niggasWith your half-assed rhymes talking about /How much you get highHow much weed you smokeAnd that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense:Don't ever speak to me when you see me, know what I'm saying, wordI'm a have to get on some ole "high school" shit /Start punching niggas in they face just for livingYo, I'm finished what I had to say /Ya'll can continue on