Tell Me Who Profits

Hmmmmm

I could give a damn about you and your crew

Everybodys 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 Ill let you be you

But why talk about me if its not me that youre talkin to

Lets make it clear

You do not know, me

So skip how ya livin, how ya feel, bro g

To me thats phony

Asking if my shits 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 teachers hand

A passing grade to me

In the back, relax

Cause they wasnt 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 blocks

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

Thats the way to go

Im out to get dough.

Phesto:

Dough?

The education, to get you further

Than murder and drugs with thugs

Youre better off being a nerd.

Opio:

Thats absurd

Life dont mean nuthin without phat pockets

Thats the only way to get paid

You tell me who profits.

[chorus:]

O&p: tell me who profits?

O: Ill have gs,

P: but youll get shot, kid (dick)!

Tajai:

Huh!

Ya gotta wonder

Why niggas plunder, kill

Have ya torn a sunder

Cuz ima build

And fill

A glass pipe full of crack

And black mens 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

Hes with george & clarence

Digging golf balls out of sand traps

Hes never seen frisco or oakland

He got a glimpse of new york

When he went to see the opera (ahhhhhh!

Hes seventy-six, getting senile

If we live past 2-4 were due for a stay in the penile

So see now, we polish our berettas

But theres no boats or caine fields nowhere in the ghetto

Yo...

[chorus:]

Tajai: tell me who profits?

Dc got schemes, and we aint got spit...damn.