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Lyrics for Tell Me Who Profits by Souls Of Mischief:
| | | Artist: | Souls Of Mischief |
| | Album: | 93 Til Infinity | | Track: | Tell Me Who Profits | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 53 | | | | 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?
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