Mobb Deep - The Infamous Prelude lyrics
[Mobb Deep - The Infamous Prelude lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold the fuck up
We gonna take this little
Intermission to listen
To what the fuck I got to say, you know
I been doing this shit for years:
Holding heat, selling
Using, abusing all kinds of drugs
Robbing niggas, running 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 saying?
I mean, this is me: P
I'm speaking for my fucking 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 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 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 saying) 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 saying
You dig where I'm coming from? Word up, yo
And 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 niggas
We gonna see what they about
Know what I'm saying, touch them niggas
We 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 bills
And if you step to me on a personal level
I don't back down easy
There's a good chance your ass is gonna 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 motherfucka
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 them rap-ass niggas
With your half-assed rhymes
Talking 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 saying, word
I'ma have to get on some
Ole "high school" shit
Start punching niggas in they
Face just for living
Yo, I'm finished what I had to say
Ya'll can continue on
Hold the fuck up
We gonna take this little
Intermission to listen
To what the fuck I got to say, you know
I been doing this shit for years:
Holding heat, selling
Using, abusing all kinds of drugs
Robbing niggas, running 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 saying?
I mean, this is me: P
I'm speaking for my fucking 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 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 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 saying) 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 saying
You dig where I'm coming from? Word up, yo
And 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 niggas
We gonna see what they about
Know what I'm saying, touch them niggas
We 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 bills
And if you step to me on a personal level
I don't back down easy
There's a good chance your ass is gonna 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 motherfucka
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 them rap-ass niggas
With your half-assed rhymes
Talking 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 saying, word
I'ma have to get on some
Ole "high school" shit
Start punching niggas in they
Face just for living
Yo, I'm finished what I had to say
Ya'll can continue on