Think About It

[Intro]

Nobody talkin' to nobody no more, that's the problem man

Everybody runnin' around, do what they want do

Til two in they ass, no homo

[Verse 1]

Uhh, no degree, but I got knowledge of self

I, polish my style, lace my wallets with wealth

Now I acknowledge my health

In the mirror I just smile at myself (damn!)

You think you fly? Feel like a pilot myself

Violence - I move in silence, I announce it as stealth

Four pound to the bouncer, try pronouncin' my belt

Pounds - half a pound, kilos, ounces I dealt

Heat, you clowns would just melt

Beat niggas down, give 'em welts

The streets is fucked up, government givin' no help

They get high off the water, niggas livin' like Phelps

My block, had millimeters, hollow points was the finest

A better word to define us, the 140th niners (word)

Why? Nine 9's, 9 to 9

We ain't care if you was deaf, dumb, stupid or blind

Stoop to stoop with them dimes

Recruit the youth losin' they mind

Build a bomb, put 'em on

Yeah, coupe to coupe when we shine, shine

[Interlude]

Nah mean?

Ain't no chorus on this man

Just roll one up and think about it man

I don't sell wolf tickets

I don't tell you no lies, I don't sell dreams man

Think about it

Don't sell yourself short neither

If you're easy to get you're easy to for-get

Remember that

[Verse 2]

Man listen, you'll be John Doe, I run with some no namers

Never met celebrity

Don't even wanna know famous (they ain't with it)

I call 'em my disclaimers that tote stainless

5th bangers from La Havana, no inglés (español)

What you want baby? E, Molly, or nose English?

She said "number 3", oh, you feelin' cocaineish

Turn fiend, b-ball rapper or a dope singer

In an alley self abortin' with a coat hanger

To this environment, understand that I'm no stranger

Mo' money, mo' homicide, mo' danger

The love is fake, the hate is real, and yo' anger

Gon' leave him with broke fingers, believe me, he's no gangsta

I come from poverty, for that coke, ma was starvin' me

Curvin' me for that Ramen need fronto leaf for this harmony

Long nights, long johns while armed for the robbery

A life of crime, this life of mine I swear I need a warranty

[Outro]

Just let that joint ride out man

And I just smoked 8 blunts, I'm high man

Shit fade out