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The Infamous Prelude

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Hold the fuck upWe gonna take this little intermission to listen

To what the fuck I got to say, you knowI 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 shitSo 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 selfWhen 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 shitBut what it is, dat

I know how niggas gets down, alright?

I used to be in the clubs:

The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the fuckNiggas 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, yoAnd 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

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 threeSo 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 deceasedAnd, 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 livingYo, I'm finished what I had to say

Ya'll can continue on

Songwriters

JOHNSON, ALBERTPublished by

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