1) rapper from Mobb Deep
2) group fronted by Todd Duane and Lale Larsen
3) 90s teenage rapper
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6) lounge jazz, alias of Miki Litvak
7) 90s US metal
8) US rapper in The Dominion
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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Gun Play
Prodigy Lyrics
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Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em
Getting real up in here why'all
What like, is like, is like, is like
How we do it dun
Murder muzik
Big Noyd, Big P
Get your gunz nigga
[Noyd]
Yo, you know who we be
The are-A double P, E-are
Niggaz fuck with this
And they get sent to the E-are
I see why'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining
Keep your head up
Cause you'll get wet up
Flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
But thugs like me, repping QBC
Is a place when is cold out, niggaz go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
With four-fives, four nines
Gunz ain't a thang duke
You know what them thangs do
Swing and lay whole crew
There's tension in the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yatti-Yatti-ya
But its real when the H-N-I-see
And the are-A double P
Strap with them G-you-N-Z
[Chorus]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, why'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, oh niggaz want a gun play
[Prodigy]
Really, lets do it here and now
We don't negotiate
We don't settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss
Niggaz humble when my duns rumble
Go ahead pop your gun
We got those too, this ain't nothin' new
You ain't a threat
Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet
Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
Like I give a shit
Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs
You get torn up fucking with P
You'll get it bad
Its like the same old song
Let nigga front, blow his top off
And I'm not in the wrong
Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into
You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you
[Chorus]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, why'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play
[Noyd]
Yo, yo, yo
We ain't shooting doors
We kicking doors down
Bucking your broads
don't let me catch you, eye you up
And then draws, we murder why'all
Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock
Foul way why'all sound
that's how we get down till they rot
If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
Do the maths, somebody ass gonn be up in a box
Its not me, no days, no nights
And you, no more rocking your wear
Guccis with your Nikes
[Prodigy]
True, no more fronting like you larger than life
Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
Show you how to work them guns
Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums
That'll handicap your team
Till why'all bleed all over the street
Whiles I, get the fuck up and outta here quick
And if you're man want to ride, for your bum ass
The shit nigga
[Chorus]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, why'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, why'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggaz don't want no gun play
Nah, faggot ass nigga
Clap 'em down, clap 'em down, clap'em down son
The lyrics of Prodigy of Mobb Deep’s song “Gun Play” speak of the use of firearms in dangerous situations. The artist talks about how he and his gang use their guns to protect themselves from rival gangs and those who threaten to harm them. The chorus, which repeats throughout the song, suggests that the artist and his group are not afraid to use deadly force against anyone who challenges them.
The song has a threatening and ominous tone, representing the hard life that some individuals must face while living in impoverished urban neighborhoods. The artist’s use of slang and wordplay serves to showcase the rough and aggressive nature of life on the streets.
Overall, the song conveys the idea that the artist and his gang are willing to do anything to stay alive, and they will use their guns at the slightest provocation. The lyrics have a nihilistic quality, expressing the belief that violence is the only solution to conflict in this world.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun
We are going to eliminate them, this is how we handle business
Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em
Make sure you have your weapons, we are taking them out
Getting real up in here why'all
Things are getting intense here, everyone
What like, is like, is like, is like
It's about to go down, just like we planned
Murder muzik
This is the soundtrack of our violent lifestyle
Big Noyd, Big P
Introducing the artists behind the song
Yo, you know who we be
You already know who we are
The are-A double P, E-are
The infamous rap duo, Mobb Deep
Niggaz fuck with this
People mess with our music
And they get sent to the E-are
And they face the consequences of crossing us
I see why'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining
I notice you all showing off your wealth and success
Keep your head up
Stay alert and cautious
Cause you'll get wet up
Or you'll end up getting killed
But thugs like me, repping QBC
But individuals like me, representing Queensbridge
Is a place when is cold out, niggaz go all out
In a neighborhood like Queensbridge, people go all out even in dangerous situations
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Instigate conflict and violence, you know our guns will fire
Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
We are always involved in drama and we make sure to confront it physically
With four-fives, four nines
Using .45 and .49 caliber firearms
Gunz ain't a thang duke
Weapons are not something to be taken lightly
You know what them thangs do
You know the damage they can cause
Swing and lay whole crew
Shoot and take out an entire group
There's tension in the air
There is a sense of uneasiness and hostility
Better chill when I'm telling you
You should calm down and listen to my warning
I know you down from eighty-five live
I know you have been loyal since 1985
You ain't scared to die
You are not afraid of death
You getting dough and getting by
You are making money and surviving
Yatti-Yatti-ya
And all that stuff
But its real when the H-N-I-see
But it's authentic when you see the H-N-I-C (Head Nigga In Charge, Prodigy's nickname)
And the are-A double P
And the infamous duo, Mobb Deep
Strap with them G-you-N-Z
Armed with guns (spelling it out to emphasize)
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
My guns are firing, your guns are firing
We could go out shot for shot
We can engage in a shootout
We can do it to the gunz go lock
We can continue until the guns run out of ammunition
Bust none stop, why'all niggaz want a gun play
Continuously shooting, y'all want a violent confrontation
Really, lets do it here and now
Seriously, let's engage in battle immediately
We don't negotiate
We don't discuss or compromise
We don't settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
We don't resolve peacefully, we bring out powerful firearms
We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss
We scare people to the point where they lose control of their bodily functions
Niggaz humble when my duns rumble
People become submissive when my crew starts causing trouble
Go ahead pop your gun
Feel free to shoot
We got those too, this ain't nothin' new
We also have firearms, it's not something unusual
You ain't a threat
You are not seen as a serious opponent
Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet
You may consider yourself a gangster, but you are just a veteran
Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
You may think you are a tough guy who deserves respect
Like I give a shit
But I don't care at all
Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs
I will shoot you multiple times in the abdomen
You get torn up fucking with P
You will get severely injured if you mess with me
You'll get it bad
You will face severe consequences
Its like the same old song
It's a repetitive cycle of violence
Let nigga front, blow his top off
If someone tries to act tough, we will kill him
And I'm not in the wrong
And I am not the one at fault
Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
Because people who engage in violence deserve the consequences
Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
They deserve to be shot and suffer physical harm
You knew the rules, you knew what you were getting into
You were aware of the risks and consequences
You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you
You initiated violence against me, so I am obligated to retaliate
We ain't shooting doors
We are not aiming at doors
We kicking doors down
We forcefully enter through doors
Bucking your broads
We are shooting at your women
don't let me catch you, eye you up
Don't allow me to catch you and stare you down
And then draws, we murder why'all
And then draw our weapons, we kill all of you
Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock
Criminal-minded individuals carry 9mm handguns when they roam the streets
Foul way why'all sound
You guys sound disrespectful and offensive
that's how we get down till they rot
That's how we conduct ourselves until our enemies are dead and decomposed
If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
If your guns are firing, mine will also fire
Do the maths, somebody ass gon be up in a box
Calculate the situation, someone is going to end up dead
Its not me, no days, no nights
It won't be me, at any time of the day or night
And you, no more rocking your wear
And you will no longer be able to flaunt your expensive clothing
Guccis with your Nikes
Your Gucci shoes along with your Nike sneakers
True, no more fronting like you larger than life
It's true, you can't pretend to be superior anymore
Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
I will end your life and ensure you never see another night
It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
There won't be any issues, just talk to my friends
Show you how to work them guns
They will teach you how to handle firearms
Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums
Don't rely on just having extra ammunition clips, we have additional magazines
That'll handicap your team
That will disable your group of associates
Till why'all bleed all over the street
Until you all are bleeding profusely on the pavement
Whiles I, get the fuck up and outta here quick
Meanwhile, I will quickly escape this situation
And if you're man want to ride, for your bum ass
And if your friends want to support you, despite you being insignificant
The shit nigga
They will face the same consequences, my friend
Nah, faggot ass nigga
No, you homosexual man
Clap 'em down, clap 'em down, clap'em down son
Shoot him repeatedly, shoot him repeatedly, shoot him repeatedly, my friend
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DANA STINSON, ALBERT JOHNSON, TAJUAN AKEOM PERRY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Thebest-wc3ow
Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun
Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em
Getting real up in here y'all
What like, is like, is like, is like
How we do it dun
Murder muzik
Big Noyd, Big P
Get your gunz nigga
[Noyd]
Yo, you know who we be
The R-A double P, E-R
Niggas fuck with this
And they get sent to the E-R
I see y'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining
Keep your head up
Cause you'll get wet up
Flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
But thugs like me, repping QBC
Is a place when is cold out, niggas go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
With four-fives, four nines
Gunz ain't a thang duke
You know what them thangs do
Swing and lay whole crew
There's tension in the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yatti-Yatti-ya
But its real when the H-N-I-C
And the R-A double P
Strap with them G-U-N-Z
[Hook]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, oh niggas want a gun play
[Prodigy]
Really, lets do it here and now
We dont negotiate
We dont settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
We make niggas shit, make niggas piss
Niggas humble when my duns rumble
Go ahead pop your gun
We got those too, this ain't nothin' new
You ain't a threat
Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet
Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
Like I give a shit
Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs
You get torn up fucking with P
You'll get it bad
Its like the same old song
Let nigga front, blow his top off
And I'm not in the wrong
Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into
You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you
[Hook]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggas want a gun play
[Noyd]
Yo, yo, yo
We ain't shooting doors
We kicking doors down
Bucking your broads
Dont let me catch you, eye you up
And then draws, we murder y'all
Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock
Foul way y'all sound
Thats how we get down till they rot
If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
Do the maths, somebody ass gonn be up in a box
Its not me, no days, no nights
And you, no more rocking your wear
Guccis with your Nikes
[Prodigy]
True, no more fronting like you larger than life
Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
Show you how to work them guns
Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums
That'll handicap your team
Till y'all bleed all over the street
Whiles I, get the fuck up and outta here quick
And if ur man wanna ride, for your bum ass
The shit nigga
[Hook]
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggas want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, these niggas dont want no gun play
Nah, faggot ass nigga
Clap 'em down, clap 'em down, clap'em down son
@brandonantone1
Noyd's verse goes hard.
@juanceja4242
Harder Than Hard...
@Thebest-wc3ow
If my gun pop...
@npc5809
Boys, mega and trag deserved to be the qb stars I mean to be fair Nas and the mobb deserve all their success still, I love wb rappers that's my point
@oldschoolhiphop2275
Prodigy is merciless.
@-sdot83
@@Thebest-wc3ow nigga your guns pop....
@paradiseplayer5103
I love coming to these videos and reading the comments. I be riding round playing this and always dope to see other people that appreciate these uncut gems 💪🏾
@1173walton
Facts my g
@RollTubeDotCom
Man of taste
@karengentile1966
No shit likewise l