(The Infamous Prelude)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold the fuck up
We gon' take this little intermission
Listen to what the fuck I got to say ya know?
I been doin this shit for years
Holdin' heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs
Robbin' niggas, runnin up in niggas' cribs, ya know?
The whole shit

So don't ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other
Niggas 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 fuckin 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?
Knowaimean?

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 shit
What it is that, I know how niggas gets down, aight?
I used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-fuck
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 niggas aint
Never seen no parts of that shit, knowatimsayin?
Dig where I'm comin from?
Word up, yo
And I know a lot of ya'll niggas
Matter fact all ya'll niggas right now listenin to this shit like
Yeah, yeah we gon' see them Mobb Deep niggas
We gon' see what they about
Knowatimsayin?

Touch where they head is at, yo
I'll let ya'll niggas 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 ass 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 fucked up too, whatever
I aint super-nigga I'm a lil skinny mothafucker
It's all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin?
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 wit ya half assed rhymes talkin bout 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, knowaimsaying?
Word

Imma have to get on some ol' high school shit
Start punchin niggas in they face just for livin
Yo, I'm finnished what I had to say
Ya'll can continue on



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Writer(s): Albert Johnson
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