Mobb Deep Follow

feat. Prodigy

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 easily
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, dude /
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'm a 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