[The Infamous Prelude]

Lyrics

[Spoken Word: Prodigy] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Hold the fuck up! We gon' take this little intermission to listen To what the fuck I got to say, you know? I been doing this shit for years: Holdin' heat, sellin' Usin', abusin' all kinds of drugs; Robbin' niggas, runnin' up in niggas' cribs You know, the whole shit So don't ever in your life get me confused With some of them other niggas that you might see On TV, or hear on the radio and such Know what I'm sayin'? I mean, this is me: P I'm speakin' for my fuckin' self When you see me.. at the show, or on stage or on the street I DEFINITELY got the gat on me You know what I'm sayin'? Nahmean? And it ain't like I'm tryin' to be a tough guy Or tryin' to make people think I'm crazy by sayin' all this shit But what it is, dat.. I know how niggas gets down, alright? I used to be in the clubs: The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the fuck Niggas get they little drink on Havin' fun with they little crew, you know what I'm sayin'? Start cuttin', shootin', whatever Things like that A lot of these so-called "rap niggas" Ain't never seen no parts of that shit You know what I'm sayin'? You dig where I'm comin' from? Word up, yo And I know a lot of y'all niggas— matter of fact, all y'all niggas Is right now listenin' to this shit like... "Yeah, yeah, we gon' see them Mobb Deep niggas We gon' see what they about, know what I'm sayin'? Touch them niggas, we gon' see what level they head is at" But, yo! I'll let y'all niggas know right now, you know what I'm sayin'? You ain't gotta waste your time, or your money on your hospital bills And if you step to me on a personal level I don't back down easy! You know what I'm sayin'? There's a good chance your ass either gon' get Shot, stabbed or knuckled down One out of the three So don't gamble with your life, duke, word up! And believe me: I know very well I could get shot, stabbed or fucked up too, whatever I ain't "Super Nigga", I'm a little skinny motherfucker It's all about who gets who first, though You know what I'm sayin? So therefore, say no more To all my niggas — get the money! Frontin' niggas — get deceased! And, oh, yeah! To all the rap-ass niggas with your half-assed rhymes Talkin' about 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, know what I'm sayin'? Word I'ma have to get on some ol' high-school shit Start punchin' niggas in they face just for livin'! Yo, I'm finished what I had to say Y'all can continue on