El-P - Bullet Proof (Radio Edit) lyrics

I'm on some (sshhh ... sshhh ...) Watch what you do (do) Who ya do it with (with) Who ya do it to (to) I'm on some (sshhh ... sshhh ...) Watch what you do (do) Who ya.... yo (dNA) Yo! (Verse 1) I don't give a [_#%$_] what you think of me What you think of my life (life) What you think about what I think about? *Chik-chika-POW* - takin' your life (life) Flicker like a lightswitch, oh (oh) Giving me the evil eye Watching me to see if I even try Big Brother with the Eagle Eye CCTV on live Everybody tryna read between my lines Compromised police read me my rights And see me as guilty 'fore I'm even tried Now, my big homie, that's Judge [___#%$___] She throws me in jail for like nuthin I guess a break-and-enter ain't nuthin But still, it ain't like I'm violent, hijacking pilots You can track the mileage, I'm real Tryna think what I did to attract the vilest I'm Baskin-Robbins, I'm chill Tell me, what's your problem? In my hometown, you either skirt the laws Or you fail All these first-cla** citizens Going on about fittin' in Only thing I care about fittin' in is A Large or XL I got some [_#%$_] I wanna run past these fools And I'm on my peaceful P's & Q's Until you light up my fuse, (so, y'knowww) Two-zero-one-oh: moved back for the summer Looking like someone from 'Gummo' A son of a son-of-a-gun, though - With a gun in your ribs, you just dunno Grip; white knuckles (Chorus/Hook) I'm on some (sshhh) so watch what you do Who you do it with Who you do it to (Work - work) 'Cuz somebody's watchin' on ya Yeah, somebody's watchin', and they got AK's, Kevlar, frag grenades that go BOOM C4, claymores No one's bulletproof...no Ain't nobody bulletproof....no We'll let a bullet be the proof (Verse 2) Givin' you truth / fact Matter fact, MORE than that, cuz I'm sick of this dumb (sshhh) New Brunswick's got a fungus Called 'Miramichi' - where I'm from... (from) And everybody gotta get in my business All mouth in a small town Y'all clowns Waiting for me to fall down, but never knowing Whether or not you're on my hit-list And your biscuits'll get burnt Don't risk it, you'll get learnt Cuz a man'll get vicious And he gifted Take a listen and get turnt Sean Price took me to Boot Camp The Game took me to Church ScHoolboy took me to Hoover Street, and then Ferg took me to Work (Puttin' in WORK) Jerks all in my face They're the ones got me feelin' so bummy Job board says 'Encorp' And then [___#%$___]'s stealing my money (my money) And for real, it really ain't funny Nothing but chamomile in my tummy Sippin' on camel milk and thinkin' how good A ham-sam would feel in my belly (Chorus/Hook) [2x] Work...work...work...work...