(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