Two & Two

They wanna know (All you have to do)
 know how I do
 Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
 Why you playing, why you playing?
 I be going like two and two
 With some hot shit ready to spit for you
 With the songs that you love just to get you through
 Back in effect
 I'm back to collect
 Got the respect
 Which will turn into the cash or a check
 You can, pay me in fear, you can pay me with love
 You can, pay me in tears or you can pay me in blood
 Spray me with slugs, and the revolution live, I never die in vain
 The writer might be dead but the piece remain on the train (yea)
 The music help you be true to yourself, accumulate wealth
 So what I spit is the embodiment I do for self
 As a teen it was kinda hard to find a job
 I took over my writer's bloc and ran it like a spot
 I'm Pimp C in this game nigga, I'm a hard
 But I'm never feasting on it, keep speaking on it God
 That's what they say when I'm building, I keep my dialogue street
 But still spiritual like we deep inside a mosque
 Or the sin of God that don't preach or go where the sinners are
 And keep the fire burning like a slum lord in the Bronx
 Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
 Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
 I be going like two and two
 With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
 With the songs that you love just to get you through
 Rhyme writer from nine to five
 It's the 25 to lifers with the balance of the acrobatic high wires
 The pain of the slave with his back feeling like fire
 'Cuz the whip talking to his ass like Knight Rider
 Most of these rappers now days be sounding like liars
 Got visions of guns in they head like the Pied Piper
 When I bust they start to disappear like my lighters
 'Cuz they shit is faker than the dreads on Mikah Phifer
 The industry is in trouble
 Plus these industry niggaz is fake, so they tend to be in a bubble
 So I hit the block where they're known to thicken the plot
 Sticking up cops, kids be pocket-picking they Glocks (my man)
 Balling outta control, don't be forgetting that niggaz is broker than dishes at a Greek wedding
 They might try to run up on you, take your life quick
 It's like this when you walk the strip up on the night shift
 Let 'em know
 Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
 Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
 I be going like two & two
 With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
 With the songs that you love to get you through
 This right here the bare essentials with no extras y'all
 I kept it raw from the school of thought where less is more
 Brooklyn is cooking and I blessed it with the special sauce
 I got the soul of a prophet and never take a loss
 Fresher than kicks out the box, the kids on the block
 That is street hungry trying to get that sweet honey out the rock
 Crack in the socks when they click the row thicker than sour sop
 Listening to my black power rock
 Music, of this hip hop we be rock to it
 I'm a river, you a valley, watch me run right through it
 You wanna learn how to do it, tell the truth in your single first
 Lil' Kim went to jail for what you do in every single (free Lil' Kim)
 Lyrics is perjury, your beats is more plastic than surgery
 And we in the United States of emergency
 One of the main reasons none of you lames worry me
 Is I change lanes like a changed plane that change currency
 They wanna know, tell them (All you have to do is call me)
 of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
 Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
 I be going like two and two
 With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
 With the songs that you love to get you through