Wutuwankno

Yea, M A L O
 Take a look at my eyes
 Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see
 When you look at me, wutuwankno now
 I'ma speak to the fans now the ask the questions
 So there's no room for errors, no chance for guessing
 That's the reason why on this track I choose to rap
 It's to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts
 'Cause no I never moved to Cali
 I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley
 And "Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I'm told
 I never did find out how much the shit sold
 And no I ain't saw at Marley
 Though I rarely ever see him and I call him harley
 And no I never lived in the bridge
 But Craig and Shante, did as kids
 Straight from the ville had to catch the train
 No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain
 I was way too deep in the music
 God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it
 And no I wasn't dissing Ghost
 Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close
 I gotta watch what I'm yelling fella
 'Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller
 No, label ain't off the ground
 But we bound to get yall niggaz open off the sound
 No, we ain't got an office yet
 But we got big plans like an architect
 Take a look
 Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see
 When you look at me, wutuwankno now
 Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see
 When you look at me, wutuwankno now
 Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see
 When you look at me, wutuwankno now
 Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see
 When you look at me, please I got to go now
 I see the look of concern and fake, it's your turn to wait
 I play the judge, and the jury and the journallete
 See, that tend to happen when you learn hate
 Edo left out good, but returned great
 And now I'm about to face the city
 Plus I got a case with Diddy
 For jacking my classic
 I got to have it beat that's so greedy, I'm so witty
 And yall niggaz is so pretty
 Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino
 Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples
 We could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on that
 Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef
 You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs
 Stay out of grown folk business
 We young enterpreneurs that own our own business
 I answer questions like a witness
 And chop your crew down, with no forgiveness
 Take a look in his eyes
 he's an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise
 Now take a look
 Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a show
 You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know
 Well, I do got a lot to tell
 And a book 'bout my life got a shot to sell
 Yea, them raps 'bout them rise, I was one of the first
 But them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purse
 Yea I made you put them chromey things on your cars
 And yea, I used to hang with some porno stars
 Strip clubs on the weekly basis
 I used to, see these faces in some freaky places
 But all that's behind me, it's not the same
 When you reach a certain age, life is not a game
 I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed
 But now I got more than one mouth to feed
 Yea, it used to be all about a hump and the rub
 But I ain't tryin' to be that old nigga up in the club