The Infamous Prelude lyrics

by

Mobb Deep


[Spoken Word: Prodigy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold the f*ck up!

We gon' take this little intermission to listen
To what the f*ck I got to say, you know?

I been doing this sh*t for years:
Holdin' heat, sellin'
Usin', abusin' all kinds of drugs;
Robbin' n*ggas, runnin' up in n*ggas' cribs
You know, the whole sh*t

So don't ever in your life get me confused
With some of them other n*ggas 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 f*ckin' 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 sh*t

But what it is, dat.. I know how n*ggas gets down, alright?
I used to be in the clubs: The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the f*ck

n*ggas 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 n*ggas"
Ain't never seen no parts of that sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
You dig where I'm comin' from?
Word up, yo

And I know a lot of y'all n*ggas— matter of fact, all y'all n*ggas
Is right now listenin' to this sh*t like...

"Yeah, yeah, we gon' see them Mobb Deep n*ggas
We gon' see what they about, know what I'm sayin'?
Touch them n*ggas, we gon' see what level they head is at"

But, yo!
I'll let y'all n*ggas 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 f*cked up too, whatever
I ain't "Super n*gga", I'm a little skinny motherf*cker
It's all about who gets who first, though
You know what I'm sayin?

So therefore, say no more
To all my n*ggas — get the money!
Frontin' n*ggas — get deceased!

And, oh, yeah!
To all the rap-ass n*ggas with your half-assed rhymes
Talkin' about how much you get high, how much weed you smoke
And that crazy space sh*t 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 sh*t
Start punchin' n*ggas in they face just for livin'!

Yo, I'm finished what I had to say
Y'all can continue on
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