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mobb deep - the infamous prelude lyrics

[prodigy talking]
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. hold the f-ck up. we gon’ take this little intermission, listen to what the f-ck i got to say ya know? i been doin this sh-t for years; holdin’ heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs. robbin’ n-gg-s, runnin up in n-gg-s’ cribs, ya know? the whole sh-t. so don’t ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other n-gg-s 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 f-ckin 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? [sniffs] 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 sh-t. what it is that, i know how n-gg-s gets down, aight? i used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-f-ck. 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 n-gg-s aint never seen no parts of that sh-t, knowatimsayin? dig where i’m comin from? word up, yo. and i know a lot of ya’ll n-gg-s, matter fact all ya’ll n-gg-s right now listenin to this sh-t like “yeah, yeah we gon’ see them mobb deep n-gg-s. we gon’ see what they about. knowatimsayin? touch where they head is at.” yo, i’ll let ya’ll n-gg-s 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 -ss 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 f-cked up too, whatever. i aint super-n-gg- i’m a lil skinny mothaf-cker. it’s all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin? so therefore, say no more, to all my n-gg-s get the money, frontin’ n-gg-s get deceased.

and oh yeah.. to all them rap -ss n-gg-s wit ya half -ssed rhymes talkin bout how much you get high, how much weed you smoke and that crazy sp-ce sh-t 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 sh-t, start punchin n-gg-s in they face just for livin. yo, i’m finnished what i had to say, ya’ll can continue on.

- mobb deep lyrics

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