Whatcha See?

One two three and I don't stop Comin' is the man with the motherfucking plan Got their ass running Known and I'm prone to educate When I speak to my folk, I said I'm straight Now understand that I can't be the one to perpetrate the gangsta fever So I sit back and observe cause I'm kinda smart Thinkin' of brand new ways to my people's heart Bounce on in a city where they shoot Over anything from looks to loot So many fools get lost in a shuffle Should I scuffle? So many slippin' cause their egos got em trippin' Now listen what I'm saying cause it's real Black men dying nowadays got mass appeal So you better recognize where I'm coming from In a city where it's fashion to act dumb Still stressin', still strivin' Still coming real, still trying to survive when Everybody got their motherfucking straps close This one's going out to my dead fo And the brothers in the pen Cause I still got love and I'm never giving up Cause we're still struggling I see we gotta get it together Motherfuck what you heard before I'm still coming with the... Now how many fake gangsters drop when I pop True facts for the blacks and you know it don't stop Kickin' knowledge everyday when I bill It's the man known forever coming real Now, how many niggers gotta die before we see? United we stand, divided there's misery So I put my funk on your ass quick Hope brothers get the message in the music I be coming with the shit to let you know I'ma let you know exactly what be going on for sure So we can grow It's the same old bullshit everyday Young niggers dying up, victims of the game But as long as I'm living I keep giving facts And as long as you listen I be bumpin' raps That's real shit coming from a street soldier Nigger, act like you know For real...