[prodigy talking]
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. hold the f**k up. we gon` take this little intermission, listen to what the f**k i got to say ya know? i been doin this s**t for years; holdin` heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs. robbin` ni**as, runnin up in ni**as` cribs, ya know? the whole s**t. so don`t ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other ni**as 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 f**kin 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 ni**as gets down, aight? i used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-f**k. 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 ni**as 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 ni**as, matter fact all ya`ll ni**as right now listenin to this s**t like "yeah, yeah we gon` see them mobb deep ni**as. we gon` see what they about. knowatimsayin? touch where they head is at." yo, i`ll let ya`ll ni**as 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 f**ked up too, whatever. i aint super-ni**a i`m a lil skinny mothaf**ker. it`s all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin? so therefore, say no more, to all my ni**as get the money, frontin` ni**as get deceased.

and oh yeah.. to all them rap ass ni**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 ni**as in they face just for livin. yo, i`m finnished what i had to say, ya`ll can continue on.