歌曲 | Tell Me Who Profits |
歌手 | Souls of Mischief |
专辑 | 93 'til Infinity |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Owens ... | |
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." |
zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Owens ... | |
Aplus: | |
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, | |
Aplus: and, | |
Phesto: | |
I got a plan for improvement. . . | |
Aplus: | |
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, | |
Aplus: 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 flattipped bullet caps | |
In the locker room with no hassle | |
And assholes sell cracks in sacks | |
To classfoes 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 seventysix, getting senile | |
If we live past 24 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." |
zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Owens ... | |
Aplus: | |
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, | |
Aplus: and, | |
Phesto: | |
I got a plan for improvement. . . | |
Aplus: | |
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, | |
Aplus: 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 flattipped bullet caps | |
In the locker room with no hassle | |
And assholes sell cracks in sacks | |
To classfoes 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 seventysix, getting senile | |
If we live past 24 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." |