Lookin' At Me Sideways

(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

(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

(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