Tell Me Who Profits Lyrics - 93 'til Infinity - Souls Of Mischief

I can give a damn about you and your crew 

Everybody's frontin' 

Ain't nobody bein' 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 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 

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 shits 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 

You always had my number so step with your poor tears 

And what about, plus is my man, you need to stop it 

Screw the doers of rumors 

'Cause you nerds never profit 

Tell me who profits? 

You got beat 

'Cause you like to gossip 

Tell me who profits? 

You got beat 

'Cause you like to gossip 

In school I never used to raise my hand in class 

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 nuttin' 

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 

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 and friends 

'Cause the mass goes with the trend 

My friend, the niggas makin' ends is livin' illegal 

That's the way they get [Incomprehensible] 

[Incomprehensible] 

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 nuthin' without phat pockets 

That's the only way to get paid, you tell me who profits 

Tell me who profits? 

I'll have Gs 

But you'll get shot, kid 

(Dick) 

Tell me who profits? 

I'll have Gs 

But you'll get shot, kid 

(Dick) 

Huh 

Ya gotta wonder 

Why niggas plunder, kill 

Have ya torn a sunder 

'Cause I'ma build 

And fill a glass pipe full of crack 

And black mens 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 and givin' 'em papers 

For drugs in the states 

Have ya dodgin' niggas and caps 

He's with George and 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 

He's seventy-six, getting senile 

If we live past 2-4 were due 

For a stay in the penile 

So see now, we polish our birettas 

But there's no boats or Caine fields 

Nowhere in the ghetto, 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, 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