Chris Trevett - Tell Me Who Profits lyrics

[A-Plus] Hmmmmm I could give a damn about you and your crew Everybody's frontin, ain't 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 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 talkin to Let's 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 sh**'s dropping The kids stop when, they start to get they lips popped, and They say I forgot 'em, but I ain't seen 'em in four years [Tajai] You always had my number [A-Plus] So step with your poor tears [A-Plus] And what about Blessings? [Opio] Plus is my man! [A-Plus] You need to stop it Screw the doers, of rumors Cause you nerds never profit [Hook: repeat 2X] Tell me who profits? You got beat, cause you like to gossip [Phesto] In school I never used to raise my hand in cla** I always knew the teacher's hand A pa**ing grade to me - in the back, relax Cause they wasn't kickin facts In facts, I never learned math [Opio] 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 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 ha**le And a**holes sell cracks in sacks To cla**-foes & friends Cause the ma** goes with the trend [Opio] My friend, the n***as makin ends is livin illegal That's the way to get, fat, and then we will Get stacks of cash, forget cla**, yeah That's the way to go, I'm out to get dough [Phesto] Dough? The education, to get you further Than murder and d** with thugs You're better off being a nerd [Opio] That's absurd! Life don't mean nuthin' without fat pockets That's the only way to get paid You tell me who profits [Hook] "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 n***as plunder, k** Have ya torn asunder Cuz I'mma build And fill A gla** 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 d** in the States Have ya dodgin' n***as 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... [Hook] "Tajai: Tell me who profits? DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit...damn."