(The Infamous Prelude)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold the fuck up

We gonna take this little intermission

And listen to what the fuck I got to say, you know

I've been doin' this shit for years

Holdin' heat, sellin', usin', abusin' all kinds of drugs

Robbin' ****, runnin' up in ****' cribs

You know, the whole shit

So don't ever in your life get me confused

With some of the other **** that you might see on TV

Or hear on the radio and such, know what I'm sayin'?

I mean, this is me, P,  I'm speakin' for my fuckin' self

When you see me at the show, on stage, or on the street

I definitely got the gat on me, you know what I'm sayin'?

You know what I mean?

And it ain't like I'm tryna to be a tough guy

Or I'm tryna to make people think I'm crazy

By sayin' all this shit

But what it is, that, I know how **** gets down, alright?

I used to be in the clubs, The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the fuck

**** get they little drink on, havin' fun

With they little crew, you know what I'm sayin'?

Start cuttin', shootin', whatever, things like that

A lot of these so-called rap-****

They ain't never seen no parts of that shit

You know what I'm sayin'?

Dig where I'm comin' from? Word up, yo

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

Matter of fact, all y'all ****

Is right now listenin' to this shit like

"Yeah, yeah, we gonna see them Mobb Deep ****

We gonna see what they about, know what I'm sayin'?

Test them ****, see what level they head is at"

So yo, I'm gonna let you **** know right now

You know what I'm sayin'?

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, you know what I'm sayin'?

There's a good chance your ass is gonna get

Shot, stabbed, or knuckled down, one out of three

So don't gamble with your life, duke, word up

And believe me, I know very well I can get

Shot, stabbed or fucked up too, whatever

I ain't Super ****, I'm a little skinny motherfucker

It's all about who gets who first, though

You know what I'm sayin'?

So therefore, say no more to all my ****

Get the money, frontin' ****, get deceased

And oh yeah, to all them rap-ass ****

With your 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

Know what I'm sayin'? Word

I'ma have to get on some old high school shit

Start punchin' **** in they faces just for livin'

Yo, I'm finished when I had to say

Y'all can continue on