Souls of Mischief Tell me who Profits Lyrics:
A-Plus:

Hmmmmm
I could give a damn about
you and your crew
everybody's frontin'
aint 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 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
lets 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 shit's dropping
the kids stop when
they start to get they
lips popped, and
they say I forgot 'em
but I aint seen 'em in four years,

Tajai:
You always had my number,

A-Plus: So step with
your poor tears
and what about,

Opio: Plus is my man!

A0Plus: You need to stop it
screw the doers
of rumors
cause you nerds never profit.

[CHORUS:]
"Tell me who
profits? You got beat,
cause you like to
gossip."

Phesto:

In school I never
used to raise my hand
in class
I always knew the teacher's hand
a passing grade to me
in the back, relax
cause they wasn't kickin' facts
in facts
I never learned nuttin',

Opio:

I can fool with the school system
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they take facts and twist 'em
into knots, right up the block's
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 hassle
and assholes sell cracks in sacks
to class-foes & friends
cause the mass goes with the trend.

Opio:

My friend
the niggas makin' ends
is livin' illegal
that's the way to go
I'm out to get dough.

Phesto:

Dough?
The education, to get you further
than murder and drugs with thugs
you're better off being a nerd.

Opio:

That's absurd
life don't mean nuthin'
without phat pockets
that's the only way to get paid
you tell me who profits.

[CHORUS:]

"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 niggas plunder, kill
have ya torn a sunder
cuz I'ma build
and fill
a glass 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 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!&q
u o t ;
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...

[CHORUS:]
"Tajai: Tell me who profits?
DC got schemes, and we
aint got
spit...damn."
Lyrics: Tell me who Profits, Souls of Mischief [end]