Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song (The Infamous Prelude) , by - Mobb Deep. Release date: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
(The Infamous Prelude) |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Hold the fuck up We gonna take this little intermission to listen |
| To what the fuck I got to say, you know |
| I 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 shit |
| So 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 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 shit |
| But what it is, dat |
| I know how niggas gets down, alright? |
| I used to be in the clubs: |
| The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the fuck |
| Niggas 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, yo And 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 three |
| So 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 deceased |
| And, 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 living |
| Yo, I’m finished what I had to say |
| Ya’ll can continue on |