Tell Me

Tell me how you feel (Hey hey hey)

It's time to get down and do this for real [x4]

There she lays, never the nonsense the mood to watch her focus on and

Slide so she can ride the man who's born to be sextified

Study my flicks if only chicks knew the mix for better brands

When power lands the sister had other plans

The plot is set for her to wed giver her dad's permission

To marry the next boss in line in his position

Overprotective, the objective is never to leave her

Taking street, who pack the heat, now meet the Black Caesar

Bought her diamonds and furs, silky jammies isn't hers

But deep down I think a simple man she prefers

Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down

Stopping in tears she pulls over by the playground

Clearing her vision, spots a game through the schoolyard fence

Sneakers squeeking, ball bouncing, looking so intense

And since her hobby was photography with nothing to do

Cool, she takes a flick or two

Tell me how you feel (Hey hey hey)

It's time to get down and do this for real [x4]

A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around the town

Her mommy shopping, daddy dealing, leaving night all time around

For her to execute her a level to break the family ties

To gamble her future on the love, murder, money, and lies

Watch out, the woman's about to love and claim her king

So she drove up in the ghetto looking to do her thing

Checking the brothers going crazy when the car skirts by the flow

I keep it real and peep it all from my window

So please, the lady's heading upstairs the first door

The second deliver my clothes, the third, run my tub water

Every way she represented made sense to me

When black is out of state, building spots, making lucci

The wind blows the candles, now the moon shines on my chest

But nevertheless I gently rest my head on her breast

But danger lurks in the wings based on how the cards read 'em

I think she'd better tell 'em

Tell me how you feel (Hey hey hey)

It's time to get down and do this for real [x4]

The blackest of the seeds to dawn stepping with two briefcases

Son you bless your people when you conquer like Hannibal

When I was about your age, I ran the numbers for money

I'm picturing him and John Gotti hanging in the study

I grew to be large in Crooklyn with your daddy back in the day

We were ready to take Harlem before he passed away

Women and booze, the weapon I choose then was truly major

I'm ringside with Don King when Ali fought Frazier

Scars and metals, when the mob settles I was flexing

My daughter was born so I called the X for some direction

Your father's words are like the Bible to black

But beware, he came barging in your room and you wasn't there

You let your mind wander, taste and face the search party

Left the grounds fully loaded with the tre pound

Then come in deep on the creep to find you and me

Cause you can't stop destiny

Tell me how you feel (Hey hey hey)

It's time to get down and do this for real [x4]