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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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Mac 10 Handle
Prodigy Lyrics
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Yea, it's about that time, ya heard?
We the best nigga, we back nigga
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My bullet proof on run, flats late at the night
I'ma look for 'cause
Just ride through his hood and when I see that chump
I'ma jump out the truck and dump my gun
You ain't neva been do it so you scared of that kinda shit
Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off shit
Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
I really go through it in interrogation rooms
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
Talk to my lawyer, shit
Nowadays is hard to kill
Be careful where you pull that trigger, they got you on film
They got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance
That on star on your car track everywhere you've been
Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
They wanna sneak and peak inside of my home
I'm paranoid and it's not the weed
In my rear view mirror these cars, they follow me
So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights
Till I stop seeing those Impala headlights
Then I circle my block to make sure it's smooth
Before I go upstairs to my four corner room
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
I be alone in my hot ass room
Smokin' dope, loadin' bullets in my clip for you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you
Eventually it happens like this
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his bitch
Nigga think it's gon' be a fight
Death comes to those who wind me up
And you could beg me to stop but I just keep
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
Like a baby
(Son wake up)
Ain't no maybe
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too hasty
I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
(Oh my God)
If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live
You not playin' me like the neighborhood bitch
(Ayo, Mary)
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
Yeah, that's right, you know how we do it nigga
(Uh, huh)
I sit up all night and plot on your head nigga
(Oh, we comin')
It's not a fuckin' game
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
Oh, we comin' nigga believe that
(If he should happen to write your name down)
We runnin' around gettin' this money on tour
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Should he speak out)
I really ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz
But um, this weekend I got some time
You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
(Yea we could fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at
You betta stop, drop and roll nigga
(Uh, huh)
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle
I use to drive a AC and kept a Mac in the engine
Is this is it, baby?
Have you heard of a dude named?
(Yo, it's the P)
Isn't it that stingy mothafucka
With an asshole full of money?
The lyrics to Prodigy's (Mobb Deep) "Mac 10 Handle" paint a vivid picture of a paranoid and violent mind driven to seek revenge against his enemies. Prodigy sings about sitting alone in his dirty room, high on drugs, with his hand on his Mac 10 handle, scheming on his enemies. The chorus repeats this same verse with a haunting melody that brings out the loneliness and isolation of the singer. He speaks of feeling crazy, and his brain clouded with drugs. The singer's paranoia is palpable as he mentions being under surveillance and followed by ominous cars, leading him to bust rights and lefts until he loses his tail.
In the second verse, the singer's rage reaches a boiling point as he prepares for a confrontation with his enemy. He loads bullets in his clip and prepares to seek his revenge. The lyrics suggest that death comes to those who wind up Prodigy, and he implies that he's willing to shoot Jesus, Mary, and Joseph if they're in his line of fire. There are mentions of violence and death almost throughout the song, but there's also a sense of resignation, with the singer accepting these circumstances as a part of his daily life.
Line by Line Meaning
The best in the business
At the top of our profession
Yea, it's about that time, ya heard?
It's the right time for us to act, you know what I'm saying?
We the best nigga, we back nigga
We are the best and we're making a comeback
I sit alone in my dirty ass room
I am by myself in a messy room
Starin' at candles, high on drugs
Looking at candles while under the influence of drugs
All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
By myself with a Mac 10 gun in my hand
Schemin' on you niggaz
Planning to harm someone
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
In my room watching the movie Hard Boiled by myself
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
I feel like I'm going insane because of the drugs
My bullet proof on run, flats late at the night
My bulletproof car is running while driving at night
I'ma look for 'cause
I am going to look for someone to harm
Just ride through his hood and when I see that chump
Drive through his neighborhood and when I see him
I'ma jump out the truck and dump my gun
I am going to get out of the truck and shoot my gun
You ain't neva been do it so you scared of that kinda shit
You've never done it before so you're scared of that kind of violence
Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off shit
Contact me and say that I am bragging too much in my music
Too much of that gangsta music, nah, this reality rap
It's not just about being a gangsta, it's about telling the truth in my music
I really go through it in interrogation rooms
I have been interrogated and it's not easy
I don't crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya
I don't break under pressure, I have nothing to say to you
Talk to my lawyer, shit
Speak to my lawyer, I am not going to say anything
Nowadays is hard to kill
It's difficult to get away with murder these days
Be careful where you pull that trigger, they got you on film
Be cautious when shooting, as you might be recorded on camera
They got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance
We are being watched by cameras from above
That on star on your car track everywhere you've been
The OnStar system in your car records everywhere you've been
Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my cell phone
I have to be careful what I say on the phone because it might be tapped
They wanna sneak and peak inside of my home
They want to sneak and look inside my home without my permission
I'm paranoid and it's not the weed
I'm anxious and scared, and it's not because of marijuana
In my rear view mirror these cars, they follow me
I see cars following me in my rearview mirror
So I bust rights and lefts, lefts and rights
I turn right and left, left and right to try to lose them
Till I stop seeing those Impala headlights
Until I can no longer see the headlights of the Impala
Then I circle my block to make sure it's smooth
I drive around my block to make sure it's safe to go inside
I be alone in my hot ass room
I am alone in my warm room
Smokin' dope, loadin' bullets in my clip for you
Smoking marijuana and putting bullets in my gun clip in preparation to harm you
I ain't even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool
I'm not wiping my sweat because it's helping to cool me down
I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you
I am not worried about you, I will find you eventually
Eventually it happens like this
It usually happens like this in the end
At the club with his boys, at the mall with his bitch
He's at the club with his friends or at the mall with his girlfriend
Nigga think it's gon' be a fight
He thinks it's going to be a physical altercation
Death comes to those who wind me up
Those who anger me will face death
And you could beg me to stop but I just keep
You can plead with me to stop, but I won't
Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you fast asleep
Continuing to pull the trigger until you are dead
Like a baby
Easily and quickly
(Son wake up)
(Get up)
Ain't no maybe
There's no uncertainly, it's happening
Coulda, shoulda, woulda shot back, you too hasty
You could have shot back, but you were too quick and impulsive
I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
I'm quick to shoot, even in religious settings
(Oh my God)
(Expressing shock)
If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live
If that's the consequence, I'll accept it and continue living
You not playin' me like the neighborhood bitch
I won't let you disrespect me like you could a weak woman
(Ayo, Mary)
(Hey, Mary)
Yeah, that's right, you know how we do it nigga
That's correct, we know how to handle business
(Uh, huh)
(Expressing agreement)
I sit up all night and plot on your head nigga
I stay up all night planning how to harm you
(Oh, we comin')
(We're coming)
It's not a fuckin' game
It's serious and not to be taken lightly
(We comin', we comin', nigga)
(We're coming, we're coming)
Oh, we comin' nigga believe that
We're definitely coming, believe it
(If he should happen to write your name down)
(If he decides to harm you)
We runnin' around gettin' this money on tour
We're busy making money while on tour
You know what I'm sayin'?
Do you understand?
(Should he speak out)
(If he speaks up)
I really ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz
I don't have time for weak and cowardly people
But um, this weekend I got some time
But I have time this weekend
You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put some work in
Do you understand? I might harm someone
(Yea we could fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule)
(Yes, we can make time and add them to the schedule)
It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga
It's as if they forgot about me, but I will come and harm you
I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at
I don't care who you're with or where we are, I'll harm you during the day
You betta stop, drop and roll nigga
You better stop, drop to the ground, and try to avoid being hit
And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's right
It's happening and I am under the influence of drugs
Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10 handle
Planning to harm someone with a Mac 10 gun
I use to drive a AC and kept a Mac in the engine
I used to drive an Acura and kept a Mac 10 gun in the engine
Is this is it, baby?
Is this the end, baby?
Have you heard of a dude named?
Have you heard of someone called?
(Yo, it's the P)
(Hey, it's P)
Isn't it that stingy mothafucka
Isn't he that selfish guy?
With an asshole full of money?
Who is extremely wealthy?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, ALBERT JOHNSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@marcusmoore7911
CLASSIC 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@davidlagno7717
I'll never get over the death of this LEGEND. I WOULDN'T BE ME WITHOUT P.
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Respect dun word
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Salute dun dun. RIP P!
@desiredrapfilms
Just read Ps book! Gives such a better understanding and respect for all his music
@Jrlegit608
Yeah learning how this song & video came together was great🔥
@BlancoDasMe
So classic…AL was in his bag and brought P back to form with this tape. Tape so good he made it an album. Return of the Mac is so slept on. I’d argue it’s Ps best body of work and p got multiple great ones