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Souls of Mischief - Tell Me Who Profits lyrics
A Plus: Hmmmmm I could give a damn about you and your crew everybody's frontin' aint nobody bein' true to the things they say they say... Tajai: Man I understand A Plus: And Phesto: I got a plan for improvement. . . A Plus: But you gets the finger and I bring a attitude with me cause brothas that I know be acting shifty let me be me and I'll let you be you but why talk about me if it's not me that you're talkin' to lets make it clear you do not know, me so skip 'How ya livin', 'How ya feel, bro G' to me that's phony asking if my shit's dropping the kids stop when they start to get they lips popped, and they say I forgot 'em but I aint seen 'em in four years, Tajai: You always had my number, A-Plus: So step with your poor tears and what about, Opio: Plus is my man! A0Plus: You need to stop it screw the doers of rumors cause you nerds never profit. [CHORUS:] "Tell me who profits? You got beat, cause you like to gossip." Phesto: In school I never used to raise my hand in class I always knew the teacher's hand a passing grade to me in the back, relax cause they wasn't kickin' facts in facts I never learned nuttin', Opio: I can fool with the school system they take facts and twist 'em into knots, right up the block's a spot to get a 40 around the corner get craps, Phesto: Perhaps these is traps to keep us tapped saps, can buy gats with flat-tipped bullet caps in the locker room with no hassle and assholes sell cracks in sacks to class-foes & friends cause the mass goes with the trend. Opio: My friend the niggas makin' ends is livin' illegal that's the way to go I'm out to get dough. Phesto: Dough? The education, to get you further than murder and drugs with thugs you're better off being a nerd. Opio: That's absurd life don't mean nuthin' without phat pockets that's the only way to get paid you tell me who profits. [CHORUS:] "O&P: Tell me who profits? O: I'll have G's, P: But you'll get shot, kid (dick)!" Tajai: Huh! ya gotta wonder why niggas plunder, kill have ya torn a sunder cuz I'ma build and fill a glass pipe full of crack and black men's pockets be phat a little lets whittle the way to the core now ya packin' a Glock mackin' the block fight with the cops well, who ya takin' the risk for? A kingpin swingin' with the president greasin' 'em up & givin' 'em papes for drugs in the States have ya dodgin' niggas and caps he's with George & Clarence digging golf balls out of sand traps he's never seen Frisco or Oakland he got a glimpse of New York when he went to see the opera ("ahhhhhh!" he said me sicks getting senile if we live past 2-4 we're due for a stay in the penile so see now we polish our Berettas but there's no boats or cane fields nowhere in the ghetto. Yo... [CHORUS:] "Tajai: Tell me who profits? DC got schemes, and we aint got spit...damn |
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