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Prodigy talking
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Hold the fk up. We gon' take this little intermission, listen to what the fk I got to say ya know? I been doin this s**t for years; holdin' heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs. Robbin' , runnin up in ' cribs, ya know? The whole s**t. So don't ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other 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 fkin 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? sniffs 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 s**t. What it is that, I know how gets down, aight? I used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-fk. 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 aint never seen no parts of that s**t, knowatimsayin? Dig where I'm comin from? Word up, yo. And I know a lot of ya'll , matter fact all ya'll right now listenin to this s**t like "Yeah, yeah we gon' see them Mobb Deep . We gon' see what they about. Knowatimsayin? Touch where they head is at." Yo, I'll let ya'll 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 as* 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 fked up too, whatever. I aint super-nigg* I'm a lil skinny mothafker. It's all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin? So therefore, say no more, to all my get the money, frontin' get deceased.
And oh yeah.. to all them rap as* wit ya half assed rhymes talkin bout how much you get high, how much weed you smoke and that crazy space s**t 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 s**t, start punchin in they face just for livin. Yo, I'm finnished what I had to say, ya'll can continue on.