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 kinds of drugs
Robbin' niggas, runnin' up in niggas' cribs, ya 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 (fake-ass niggas)
Ya know I'm sayin'? (Fake ass niggas)
I mean this is me, P (word up)
I'm speakin' for my fuckin' self (that's right)
When you see me at a show, on stage or on the street
I definetely got the gat on me, know I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Know I mean? (Know I'm sayin'?)
And it ain't like I'm tryin' to be a tough guy (right, right)
Or I'm tryin' to make people think I'm crazy (true, true)
By sayin' all this shit (no doubt, no doubt)
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
Niggas get they little drink on
Havin' fun wit' their little crew, you know I'm sayin'?
Start cuttin' or shootin' or whateva
Things like that
Lotta these so-called rap niggas
Ain't never seen no parts of that shit, know I'm sayin'?
Dig where I'm comin' from?
Word up, yo, and I know a lot of y'all niggas
Matter fact, all y'all niggas right now listenin' to this shit
Like, "Yeah, yeah, we gon' see the Mobb Deep niggas"
"We gon' see what they about," know what I'm sayin'?
"Test them niggas, see what level they head is at"
Yo, I'll let y'all niggas know right now, know I'm sayin'?
You ain't gotta waste yo' time or yo' money on ya hospital bills
And if you step to me on a personal level
I don't back down easy, you know I'm sayin'?
There's a good chance ya ass either gon' get shot, stabbed
Or knuckled down, one out of the three
So don't gamble wit ya life, dude, word up and believe me
I know very well I can get shot, stabbed, or fucked up too, whatever
I ain't super-nigga I'm a lil' skinny mothafucker (that's right, son)
It's all about who gets who first though, you know I'm sayin'?
So, therefore, say no more
To all my niggas get the money, frontin' niggas get deceased
And, oh yeah
To all the 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
(It's the liquor talking to them that make them act like that)
Don't ever speak to me when you see me, you know I'm sayin'? (Right, aight)
Word
I'ma 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 (stupid motherfucker)
Y'all can continue on
Mobb Deep representin'
Mobb Deep representin' (what?)
Big kill nothin', let nothin' die, nigga
Yo, get into that motherfucking, act
(Real quick) good fellas, you know I'm sayin'?
Thuggers ruckus (word up)
To all y'all fake thug motherfuckers
Written by: Alan Maman, Albert Johnson, Fred Brathwaite, Kejuan MuchitaLyrics © Universal Music Publishing GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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