"The Prelude" lyrics
You know, you've got this fantasy in yo' head about
Getting outta the life and setting the corporate world on its ear
What the fuck you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimping, you really ain't got the stomach for that
The game's fucked up
Nigga's beats is banging, nigga, your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn't—your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Being intricate'll get you wood, critic
On the Internet, they like "You should spit it"
I'm like "You should buy it, nigga that's good business"
Forget this rap shit, I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly 'cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love you
But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real ice
VVS boulders all invisibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova wasn't digital yet
Before Steve Jobs made the iPod
Was getting head jobs, we call that inter neck
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was rapping with a TEC
Fresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoe box full of cash, dealer man hand me keys
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy Drew to see
What it do, I'm a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That's big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That's why they call him Hov, 'cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop Glock work all the time
Woo! Guess who's back?
Since this is a New Era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I've been set
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never can
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so special got a .38 feel
The real is back, hehehehe
Getting outta the life and setting the corporate world on its ear
What the fuck you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimping, you really ain't got the stomach for that
The game's fucked up
Nigga's beats is banging, nigga, your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn't—your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Being intricate'll get you wood, critic
On the Internet, they like "You should spit it"
I'm like "You should buy it, nigga that's good business"
Forget this rap shit, I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly 'cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love you
But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real ice
VVS boulders all invisibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova wasn't digital yet
Before Steve Jobs made the iPod
Was getting head jobs, we call that inter neck
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was rapping with a TEC
Fresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoe box full of cash, dealer man hand me keys
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy Drew to see
What it do, I'm a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That's big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That's why they call him Hov, 'cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop Glock work all the time
Woo! Guess who's back?
Since this is a New Era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I've been set
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never can
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so special got a .38 feel
The real is back, hehehehe
Thanks to shortiidoowhopp for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Mark James
