Letra da Música: Whatcha See? - Paris

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...