Tell Me Who Profits

Lyrics

[Verse 1: A-Plus, Tajai, Phesto, Opio] Hmm, I could give a damn about you and your crew Everybody's fronting, ain't nobody being true to The things they say, they say (Man, I understand) And (I got a plan for improvement...) But you gets the finger and I bring an attitude with me 'cause brothers 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 talking to Let's make it clear, you do not know me so skip "How ya living", "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 They say I forgot 'em but I ain't seen 'em in four years (You always had my number) So step with your poor tears and what about blessings? (Plus is my man!) You need to stop it, screw the doers of rumors 'cause you nerds never profit [Chorus: A-Plus] Tell me who profits? You got beat 'cause you like to gossip Tell me who profits? You got beat 'cause you like to gossip [Verse 2: Phesto & Opio] In school, I never used to raise my hand in class (Hell nah) I always knew the teachers hand a passing grade to me In the back, relax 'cause they wasn't kickin' facts In facts, I never learned math 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 cracks 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 My friend, the niggas makin' ends is livin' illegal That's the way to get phat and then we will Get stacks of cash, forget class, yeah That's the way to go, I'm out to get dough Dough? The education to get you further than murder and drugs with thugs You're better off being a nerd That's absurd, life don't mean nothin' without fat pockets That's the only way to get paid, you tell me who profits [Chorus: Phesto & Opio] Tell me who profits? I'll have G's But you'll get shot, kid! Tell me who profits? I'll have G's But you'll get shot, dick! [Verse 3: Tajai] Huh, ya gotta wonder why niggas plunder, kill Have ya torn asunder 'Cause I'ma build and fill a glass pipe full of crack And black men's pockets be phat, a little Let's 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 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 ain't got spit, huh Tell me who profits? DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit, yo Tell me who profits? DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit Tell me who profits? DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit, damn