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1) Albert Johnson (born November 2, 1974 in Bradford, Brooklyn, New York and died on June 20, 2017 in Las Vegas), better known by his stage name Prodigy, was a member of the hip hop duo Mobb Deep. Prodigy worked as a solo artist since the early 2000s. He was born to parents of Ethiopian and Jamaican descent. Prodigy was born with sickle cell anemia and suffered from the disease throughout his life. Propelled to awareness partially by fellow Queens, New York rapper Nas, who took a similar approach lyrically on his championed "Illmatic" album from 1994, as well as with the aid of a successful single, "Shook Ones Pt. 2," Mobb Deep suddenly found themselves developing a quickly growing cult. A year later, in 1996, Prodigy and Havoc released "Hell on Earth"; debuting at number six on SoundScan, the album found them fully realizing their approach, dropping both evocative beats and cinematic rhymes that communicated the dark side of New York's urban landscape. Thanks to a grim video for "Hell on Earth (Front Lines)" and theatrical Scarface-like photos inside the CD booklet picturing the duo with guns and a mound of cocaine, Mobb Deep had created an elaborate image for themselves that took hardcore gangsta rap to a new level for East Coast hip hop. Their next release, "Murda Muzik", was heavily bootlegged while still in its demo stage, leaking rough versions of the nearly 30 songs the duo had recorded onto the streets and over the internet.
Months after the bootlegs leaked and after several pushed-back street dates, "Murda Muzik" was formally released, debuting at number three on the Billboard charts and quickly going platinum on the strength of "Quiet Storm," a song that epitomized the Mobb Deep style. The album was welcomed by critics, who again lauded the group's lucid cinematics, driven primarily by Havoc's production. In late 2000, Prodigy finally released his long-rumoured solo album, "H.N.I.C.", which saw the more lyrically gifted member of the group collaborating with outside producers such as The Alchemist and Rockwilder on tracks that didn't depart far from the trademark sullen Mobb Deep style. Their follow-up, "Infamy", was the duo’s last album for Loud, distributed by Columbia Records and was, for some, a disappointment lyrically and musically, while others praised it as amongst the best rap albums of the year. Loud was absorbed by its new distributor shortly afterwards.
Mobb Deep then signed with Jive, under a unique deal that gave the duo its own imprint, Infamous Records, and released "Amerika'z Nightmare", a very uneven effort, which featured production by The Alchemist and Lil' Jon. However, despite a successful single that featured a Thomas Dolby sample. The duo was not happy with Jive, and were let go at its request. The duo took a hiatus afterwards and came back in 2006, signing to 50 Cent’s Interscope/Universal-distributed G-Unit imprint. Their well-hyped "Blood Money" was a failure from the money side when compared to fellow label mates like 50 Cent, Young Buck and Lloyd Banks. Some accused the duo of selling out, with their beats and rhymes not up-to-par with previous efforts on Loud.
He completed work on his third solo album "H.N.I.C. Part 2", which was previewed on his official mixtape "The Return of the Mac" on the independent label Koch Records. The mixtape single and mixtape video are called "Mac 10 Handle," and it shows Prodigy once again reverting to his trademark braids that he had prior to the release of Mobb Deep's 2004 "Amerika'z Nightmare" album; different from the short fade he had from 2004 to 2006. "H.N.I.C. Pt. 2 was released through Voxonic Inc., of which Prodigy is an equity holder.
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3 Stacks
Prodigy Lyrics
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Right, right
Shooting at cops nigga what
For my G-pack niggas
Fuck the police
N.Y.P.D. New York Pricks and Dicks
They can't stop our floss
Straight up (for you crack headed bitches)
My Ante Meridian niggas what up dunn?
Liquor store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two wibbles
And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens
Like Supton? and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani'
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin' it on the floor for our dead people
While I spark the sequel shit; my niggas got lungs
When we smoke, that shit only go around once
Dogs, we just killin' time
Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin' up the grind
So, 'til it pipe down
We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin'
My heart is broken, my man started smokin' again
P, I heard the tunnel open again
I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
Its time to load up the autos and semis
I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike
I got my uptown Nike's thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin' out the Cocaine white Jeep
Through was strugglin', so I resume hustlin'
Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin'
Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still
Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in S-U-V's
Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?
The lyrics to Prodigy's song "3 Stacks" depict a group of individuals who are engaged in criminal activities in New York City. They express their disdain for law enforcement and their intent to continue their illegal activities despite potential repercussions. The reference to "G-pack niggas" suggests that they are involved in drug trafficking, while the mention of liquor stores being closed indicates that they are likely engaging in some form of illegal alcohol distribution. The use of code words, such as "Eases Jesus" and "floss," adds to the secretive and clandestine nature of their activities.
The lyrics also make references to specific locations, including Coney Island and Queens. The mention of struggling and the desire to continue to "bubble" in the rap or crack game suggests that this group is engaged in illegal activities to survive and thrive. The language used throughout the song is harsh and aggressive, conveying the sense of danger and risk associated with their activities.
Overall, "3 Stacks" represents a frank and unapologetic approach to a life of illegal activity, highlighting the desperation and circumstances that sometimes lead individuals down this path.
Line by Line Meaning
For my G-pack niggas
This song is dedicated to my gang members
Shooting at cops nigga what
We don't give a damn about police, we're ready to shoot them if necessary
Fuck the police
We have a strong hatred and disrespect for those who enforce the law
N.Y.P.D. New York Pricks and Dicks
We have a disrespectful nickname for the New York police department
They can't stop our floss
Their attempts to stop us from showing off our wealth and success are futile
Straight up (for you crack headed bitches)
I'm speaking truthfully and directly to those who are addicted to crack cocaine
For my A.M. niggas (for you crack headed bitches)
This song is also dedicated to my gang members who are active in the morning
My Ante Meridian niggas what up dunn?
What's up to my gang members who are active in the morning?
Liquor store closed
The liquor store is no longer open for business
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Let's go to the illegal alcohol vendor instead
Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night
My gang members and I have hidden firearms in the grass, it's currently three in the morning
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
I'm about to finish the last sip of my drink, which is likely codeine-based
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
Who wants to bet $50 on the next winner of our codeine-fueled contest? We need to make a stop at the store first
We need D batteries for the theme music
We need D batteries to power the music for our current activity
Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
Retrieve the firearms we hid earlier from the grass
Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
Let's steal Yolanda's car instead of taking a taxi
We gave that bitch two wibbles
We gave Yolanda crack cocaine as payment for her vehicle
And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow
We drove away with her car to complete our current activity
All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens
We're currently outside of our neighborhood, what's been going on in Queens?
Like Supton? and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
What happened to popular locations in Queens, such as Supton, 1-2-1, Farmers, and 116th streets?
The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
The police have us on surveillance on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, just to see if we have marijuana
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
We went to Coney Island to smoke marijuana by the Himalaya roller coaster
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani'
We mixed Pina Colada malt liquor with Dani' rum
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
We're drinking St. Ide's malt liquor, which we refer to as 'dunn lingo'
Spillin' it on the floor for our dead people
We're pouring some of our drinks on the floor as a tribute to our deceased loved ones
While I spark the sequel shit; my niggas got lungs
While I light up more marijuana, my gang members are good at holding their breath
When we smoke, that shit only go around once
When we smoke marijuana, we only pass it around once because we don't want to run out
Dogs, we just killin' time
We don't have anything specific to do, we're just hanging out
Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin' up the grind
Someone is causing trouble in our neighborhood, making it hard for us to make money
So, 'til it pipe down
Until the situation calms down
We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
We're going to flirt with and try to have sex with these women, we want them now
Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries
I'm currently getting high and eating chicken wings and french fries on a bench
A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
A drug addict just spent his last bit of money on six 'dimes' (ten-dollar bags of drugs)
I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin'
I'm close to becoming a major drug dealer, but also at risk of overdosing on my current drug use
My heart is broken, my man started smokin' again
I'm upset that my friend has relapsed into drug addiction
P, I heard the tunnel open again
I heard that the Tunnel nightclub has reopened
I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
I talked to DJ Funkmaster Flex and he said he'll let me and my friend Prodigy into the Tunnel
Its time to load up the autos and semis
It's time to prepare our cars and guns
I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike
I wish my gang members' wealth was tangible instead of just drugs and money
I got my uptown Nike's thugged out and icy
I'm wearing my stylish and intimidating Nike sneakers
Mad deep, jumpin' out the Cocaine white Jeep
There are many of us, getting out of a white Jeep with a drug reference
Trough was strugglin', so I resume hustlin'
One of our gang members was struggling, so I went back to drug dealing to help him out
Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin'
Whether we're making money from music or drugs, my gang is still successful
Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still
It's currently three in the morning and the police are still patrolling the corner
Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
It feels like our purpose in life is to commit violent acts, let's meet up and talk about it
So we can jet through Queens in S-U-V's
Let's drive through Queens in our large, powerful vehicles
Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?
Let's show these people how we represent and maintain our gang activity
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Esteban Cartegena
this is still the shit that beat is so hard whoever produced this did they thang B
Ardent Titu Eki
RIP Prodigy 🙏
Oliver Hernandez
Man this song is the shit like the beat is dope
Marc Mona
@Joseph Bowman word
Joseph Bowman
Real murder music
D prince87
Classic, had to come back 🔥 🔥 🔥
Yummy Tummy
Every time he always spoke the truth 🌒🌞
MrCalverino
I HAD EVERYONE ON THIS IN MY AREA
BLK. Tv
2020 still bumpin P.. rip dwag
William Cooper
“Got the ratchet on person”
Talk to em slow P
For they know not