The Infamous Prelude

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