Lyric Tell Me Who Profits
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."
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."
