(The Infamous Prelude) (Explicit)

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Hold the f**k up

We gonna take this little intermission to listen

To what the f**k I got to say you know

I been doing this s**t for years

Holding heat selling

Using abusing all kinds of d**gs

Robbing n***as running up in n***as' cribs

You know the whole s**t

So don't ever in your life get me confused

With some of them other n***as that you might see

On TV

Or hear on the radio and such

Know what I'm saying

I mean this is meP

I'm speaking for my f**king 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 s**t

But what it is dat

I know how n***as gets down alright

I used to be in the clubs

The Muse The Tunnel whatever the f**k

N***as 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 n***as

Ain't never seen no parts of that s**t

You know what I'm saying

You dig where I'm coming from

Word up yo

And I know a lot of y'all n***as

Matter of fact all y'all n***as

Is right now listening to this s**t

Is like

We gonna see them Mobb Deep n***as

We gonna see what they about

Know what I'm saying touch them n***as

We gonna see where they head is at

So yo

I'm gonna let you n***as 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 a*s 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 f**ked up too whatever

I ain't Super n***aI'm a little skinny motherf**ka

It's all about who gets who first though

You know what I'm sayin

So therefore say no more

To all my n***asGet the money

Frontin' n***as get deceased

And oh yeah to all them rap-a*s n***as

With your half-assed rhymes

Talking about how much you get high how much w**d you smoke

And that crazy space s**t 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 s**t

Start punching n***as in they face just for living

Yo I'm finished what I had to say

Ya'll can continue on