1) rapper from Mobb Deep
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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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What u rep
Prodigy Lyrics
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Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?
Is it real? Really? ..
Teach why'all niggaz how to rap yo
Show why'all niggaz how to expose a sound
[Noreaga]
Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?
[Prodigy]
Fuckin dickblower.. (thug like what?)
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be
P put it back where it's supposed to be
Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me
Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
Exulted, affluent life style I kick
calm shit that make your livest rep want to harm shit
Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang
Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang
We givin out back braces and arm slings
Reality rap, the only song I sing
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing
Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing
(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)
You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
Ese, I like it when it get that way
[Chorus, Prodigy (Noreaga)]
So what you rep dunn?
(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns
and everybody on the block pump junk
So what you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands
What you rep?
(Iraq, where niggaz get buried
And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
So what you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to blow faces
And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages
[Noreaga]
Aiyyo, yo
Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo
(You niggaz stink like shit)
I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes
Yo we move money, money move me
Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)
Gettin my dick sucked
Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what
[Prodigy]
Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?
For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss
I drool for the day me and you could face-off
It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room
We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune
This is for my dunns who rest in coffins
I wish why'all was, wish why'all was here
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
And you know we smash the industry, negatively
So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit
A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags
We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades
It definitely get real, on stage
I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz
Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.
While them cats small change like a E.S.3.
Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be
Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries
Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion
Look at you now, now you just full emotion
Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
While why'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light
[Chorus]
The song "What U Rep" by Prodigy and Noreaga is a classic example of East Coast hip hop. The lyrics are a hard-hitting critique of the rap game and the culture that surrounds it. Prodigy takes aim at other rappers who he believes are not authentic, describing them as "trash rap niggaz." He also boasts about his own skill at rapping, claiming that he is "exulted" and "affluent." The chorus asks the question, "What you rep, dunn?" with 'dunn' being an endearing term for a friend or associate, and the verses are filled with references to the Queensbridge housing projects, where both Prodigy and Noreaga grew up.
Noreaga's verse is equally confrontational, with lines such as "They can't f-ck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo" and "I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes, niggaz ain't got love for the jakes, do whatever it takes." The song's title refers to the concept of "repping" one's neighborhood or crew, which is a common theme in hip hop. The overall message of the song is that these two rappers are the real deal and are not to be messed with.
Overall, "What U Rep" is a classic example of the gritty, street-wise style of East Coast hip hop. It's a song that is meant to be played loud, with its raw beats and aggressive flow. It's also a window into the world of two rappers who came of age in a rough, working-class neighborhood and who used their music as an escape from the harsh realities of their surroundings.
Line by Line Meaning
Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?
What is going on? What is this nonsense?
Is it real? Really? ..
Is this actually happening? Is this for real?
Teach why'all niggaz how to rap yo
I'm here to show you all how to rap
Show why'all niggaz how to expose a sound
I'm going to demonstrate how to reveal a unique sound
Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?
I'm going to disrespect these other rappers
Fuckin dickblower.. (thug like what?)
You're acting like a fool, pretending to be tough
Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be
Relax and go back to where you belong
P put it back where it's supposed to be
I'll restore order and put things back in their rightful place
Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me
People claim to be as good as me
Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...
Incompetent rappers can't compete with...
Exulted, affluent life style I kick
I live a praised and wealthy lifestyle
calm shit that make your livest rep want to harm shit
My calm demeanor triggers aggression in others
Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
Don't be surprised when weapons are fired (why ask why?)
It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang
It's expected that my associates will cause harm
Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang
Sit down and pay attention, you might gain some knowledge
We givin out back braces and arm slings
We're causing injuries, people need back braces and arm slings
Reality rap, the only song I sing
I only rap about real life experiences
Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing
There's nothing fake here, only genuine
Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen
We're living in person, my friends just got out of prison
(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing
When I encounter you, I'll have new weapons and money won't be an issue
(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)
Money is of no concern, you know what I mean
You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday
You can find me with my crew, at the same place every day
Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
Nore drinks Cristal, I prefer Chardonnay
Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
Apologize before you get shoved aside
Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
Every day feels like a championship battle
Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
Hey Nas, forget whatever that guy said? (What did he say, huh?)
Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
Hey Noyd, ask Manny P. to give me a knife (knife, my friend)
I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
I believe it's time to bring them to the neighborhood and have some fun
Ese, I like it when it get that way
Hey, I enjoy it when things get that way
So what you rep dunn?
What is your affiliation, my friend?
(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns and everybody on the block pump junk
(I represent Iraq, where people shoot guns and everyone in the neighborhood sells drugs
So what you rep dunn?)
(What is your affiliation, my friend?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
I represent the infamous Queensbridge housing projects
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands
Where people stay out all night making lots of money
What you rep?
What is your affiliation?
(Iraq, where niggaz get buried
(I represent Iraq, where people get killed
And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
And we fight unfairly and remain ambitious
So what you rep dunn?)
(What is your affiliation, my friend?)
Q.B., we like to blow faces
Queensbridge, we enjoy causing harm
And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages
And shoot bullets into the chests of the toughest individuals
Aiyyo, yo
Hey, listen
Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo
I'm going to harm you, using black magic like voodoo
They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo
They can't compete with us, because y'all are just shit
(You niggaz stink like shit)
(You all smell really bad)
I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes
I come from Iraq, where treacherous people reside
Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
People don't have respect for the police, they'll do anything
Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes
Climbing down buildings and using fire escapes
Yo we move money, money move me
We handle large sums of money, it controls me
Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)
Normally, I'm enjoying myself (enjoying myself, you know what I mean?)
Gettin my dick sucked
Getting oral pleasure
Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what
Engage in anal sex with a woman, making her react
Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?
When it comes to discussing firearms, can you understand?
For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
I hope you do, it's time to talk about it
My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss
My rap flows are unique and extraordinary
I drool for the day me and you could face-off
I eagerly anticipate the day when we confront each other
It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room
Things turn violent when my crew enters the scene
We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune
We wreak havoc and rejoice in our success
This is for my dunns who rest in coffins
This is dedicated to my deceased friends
I wish why'all was, wish why'all was here
I wish you all were still alive, wish you were here
Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.
What's up, my friend? Iraq can dominate Queensbridge
And you know we smash the industry, negatively
And you know that we destroy the music industry, causing chaos
So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy
Forget being a good boy, I've always been a bad boy from the neighborhood
Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit
As a young person, I had various problems and struggles
A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique
A young troublemaker, provoking your crew
Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags
Because Aknel and I didn't bring any luggage
We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs
We prefer to be on the streets, selling drugs
Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops
In our neighborhood, the hustle never ends
Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox
Even when we were young, we were involved in criminal activities
Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades
Me, Mus', Maze, Outlaw, and Final Chapter crews
It definitely get real, on stage
Things definitely get intense when we perform
I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz
I'm not the crazy rapper, but I'm angry at other rappers
They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz
They're selling records, pretending to be violent
Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.
Because Prodigy and I make a lot of money like L.S.G. (a music group)
While them cats small change like a E.S.3.
While those guys have minimal earnings like a small coin
Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be
I'm still the same person I was before
Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries
Frequently, I'm on tour with my rosary beads (symbol of faith)
Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion
Relaxing, always impressing them with my intimidating presence
Look at you now, now you just full emotion
Look at you now, you're overwhelmed with emotions
Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type
We're at the top of our game, my friends are fearless
Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
People from Queens aren't afraid to shoot or fight
While why'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type
While you all wear diapers like babies
Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light
Mostly exaggerated, filled with thug mentality and arrogance
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: HANGMEN 3, ALBERT JOHNSON, VICTOR SANTIAGO
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@usernotfound904
Prodigy is one of the best lyricists to ever touch a mic. Queens represent. Rip. 💯
@freshkid5802
REAL TALK........
@kennethburke1759
Aye yo I agree with y'all yo
@boostedb18b13
145 Queen St S. Queen soldiers
@ToxicArrowMedia
Facts
@trillymurph
241 n Edenwald houses Bx
@inertiaforce7846
Prodigy lives on through his music. Immortalized.
@j022082p
love how this song start of silent for about 7 seconds then "fuck!" first verse is probably one of the hardest lyrics of all time. classic. RIP Dunn!
@jmnyc212
"We giving out back braces and arm slings/reality rap the only song I sing/nuthin fugazi strictly the real thing" still some of the hardest bars ever.
@robertmoses1597
Facts g 💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿