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`s seventy-six, 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 caine fields nowhere in the ghetto
Yo...
[CHORUS:]
Tajai: Tell me who profits?
DC got schemes, and we aint got spit...damn.
