[The Infamous Prelude] Lyrics

[Prodigy talking]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah.
Hold the f*** up.
We gon' take this little intermission, listen to what the f*** I got to say ya know?
I been doin this s*** for years; holdin' heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs.
Robbin' n*****, runnin up in n*****' cribs, ya know?
The whole s***.
So don't ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other n***** 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 f***** 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?


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 s***.
What it is that, I know how n***** gets down, aight?
I used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-f***.
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 n***** aint never seen no parts of that s***, knowatimsayin?
Dig where I'm comin from? Word up, yo.
And I know a lot of ya'll n*****, matter fact all ya'll n***** right now listenin to this s*** like
"Yeah, yeah we gon' see them Mobb Deep n*****.
We gon' see what they about. Knowatimsayin?
Touch where they head is at."
Yo, I'll let ya'll n***** 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 a** 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 f***** up too, whatever.
I aint super-n**** I'm a lil skinny m**********.
It's all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin?
So therefore, say no more,
to all my n***** get the money, frontin' n***** get deceased.
And oh yeah.. to all them rap a** n***** wit ya half a**ed rhymes
talkin bout how much you get high,
how much weed you smoke and that crazy s***e s*** that don't even make no sense:
Don't ever speak to me when you see me, knowaimsaying?
Imma have to get on some ol' high school s***,
start punchin n***** in they face just for livin.
Yo, I'm finnished what I had to say, ya'll can continue on.
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