(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