Lookin At Me Sideways Lyrics - The Undisputed Truth - Brother Ali

(Verse 1:) 

Now baby you gon' get a crook in your neck looking at me sideways 

I play high stakes made crook in a crime wave 

Must be something on my face 

Yelling that they ought no tell em what they spellin on MySpace dot com 

Bold type face rhetoric 

You gon' clickety click and get your head split 

What the hell you look like on a message board 

Discussing whether or not the brother is hard core 

I ain't got to prove to any of you 

That anything I ever said was is the truth but I'm ready to do it 

And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 beats a week 

So fuck it I'll put the record how it needs to be 

I understand I ain't perfect alright 

I been a thugged out nerd all my life 

Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at night 

I feed people with the verses I write 

And I fill them with my personal strife 

Had some of y'all concerned for my life 

For what I've had the nerve to recite 

I cut my grass grow, bring the serpants to light 

Now baby you ain't never heard me I'm tight 

And I'm surgical like, with this bitch Jake 

You know that shit fuck around and get a closed casket and I'm old fashioned 

Trying to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit 

It's just so tragic 

But it ain't impossible to solve 

I ain't learned jack shit from Dorian at all 

Let me hear you abusing the culture I adore 

I'll come across the hall and get involved like this here 

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(Chorus:) 

I'm just here to play my part, and inbetween scenes got to stay on guard 

I ain't way out y'all, you just don't get me dog 

You gon fuck around and miss me dog, it ain't my fault 

And they love the way I talk 

Eyes get real wide when I say my thoughts 

I ain't way out y'all, you just don't get me dog 

You gon fuck around and miss me dog, it ain't my fault 

(Verse 2:) 

Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big black granite statue 

Divide it by the lightning speed that they can move 

It ain't an autograph, do that math I'm a smack you 

I like to pull up my pants and lean back too 

Organic vegetables, mix em with fast food 

I'm Howard Stern meets Howard Zinn 

How could you not find a pal in him and get attracted too 

I take it back for you when possible 

If your hear this then I'm confiding in you 

Pop call me, "Ali what's bothering you 

Don't you want to tell your friends you and your father are cool" 

"NO." You got more X's than the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do 

But that ain't my problem with you 

Truth is your just an impossible dude 

You get hostile with fools when their honest with you 

I could make me a snide little comment or two 

But I don't see what that nonsense would prove 

I don't give fake props to the dude or walk around in his shoes 

I just do what the Qu'ran says to do and respect him 

Now I ain't even here to get clandestine 

But best believe I'm a get what's destined 

Be it an Escalade or a fixed up F10 

It's better than this bus, best friend believe that 

I ain't got a free minute to lean back 

Spiderman 2 coming out and Faheem need that 

Plus I wanna teach him how to read on a Leap Pad 

Shining bright, smiling like "look at me dad! " 

That's the shit that I'm in to I defend to the death 

That I'm every bit as gangster as them fools 

If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow like this 

If you were really a G you wouldn't know I exist, you bitch 

(I don't understand what they're sayin' 

But little did they know they could get a smack for that, man) 

So I'd advise you to shut the fuck up 

Silly muhfucka 

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(Chorus) 

(Bridge: x2) 

I said clap your hand to the beat y'all 

'Cause the beat make you clap your hands 

I said clap your hand to the beat y'all 

'Cause the beat make you clap your hands