Yeah... Aloe Blaac... Spittin' image, uh   uh-huh... Check the storyline tho...         (Verse 1)   Spittin images, you could see this shit in your mind   you know the way I tell a story makes it clearly defined   like an outline of a nigga thats dyin'   how they frame him in chalk,   you could see his mama pain when she walk   everybody holdin her up, she screamin' tears smother her cheeks   lookin' like if she been sobbin' for weeks   cops findin' the heat   under a bush, same side of the street   next to the bench where the bums and them sleep   they askin him questions, he aint seen nothin' when it happened tho   face was covered by newspaper   this new caper got jakes baffle   and the only reason they care   is cuz the kid who liein' there is nephew to the mayor   and the lady ballin tears is his sister   next day front page article headline with a picture   of a family reduced by one   one bullet and one nigga   with one gun and one trigga'   and one body and one casket and one digga'   at one funeral   one day to bury the human soul   one memory you could hold   hold it close like a blanket when you sleepin'   let it dry the tears that cry from your eye when you weepin'   one little brother holdin in the secret he keepin'   when he get older he gon' go to get even   I spit an image for ya...         (Verse 2)   Yo   next image like i was sayin' a dead kid little brother a little bit older   paid a little bit to nothin to hold a banger   lookin for the murderer to unload his anger   studyin how the bullet go from clip to chamber   askin around but he smart tho he askin for blow   so nobody know exactly what this cats gonna do   in his mind he could see the whole shit   practicing how he gon' reach for his waistline and empty the clip   then reload and empty the clip   no runnin' from nothin   thinkin' if he get hit, he dyin' for somethin'   when the day came he burnin' goons with a flame   pullin' the trigger with aim   yellin his big brother name   and when the federals came   they asked him why he do it   he said if you was in my position you know that you would   I spit an image for you...         (Verse 3)   Yo   check this image young dude 22 just signed to a deal   label owners callin him sayin the tracks that they feel   tellin him how they gon' blow him up   in the streets and at the clubs people showin up, to see him speak   and at the tv's the video's the hoes thats in 'em   the after partys to award shows the trophy's winnin'   the first place plaques for rap   spread across the map   fans clap og's in the game give him dap   like you the next nigga   make him feel like if nothin could stop him   everythings good   move out the hood   the champagnes poppin'   the hoes is watching now   they used to pass by him   now bitches twist they neck over they mans shoulder to spy him   clothes is clean, collars is crisp, kicks is fresh   watch is gleamin, shades is beamin', cap is leanin'   the rest not important, the niggas on his team is snortin' the blow   tellin him it make him hyped for the show   believe in them tho, he demonstrated weakness   the shit burnin' his nose, eyes waterin'   you could see this was his first time   hit him with a rush, forgot his first rhyme   good thing he could freestyle slick, but real quick   started losin' juice, the fans couldn't follow the show   magazine reports suggest that people just shouldn't go   phone bills gettin' low   usually that ain't a problem   but in this game you got a problem when nobody callin'   and the rep fallin'   ladies get they attitude back   story in the street a nigga got a problem with crack   even tho he wasn't fuckin' with that   if enough people believe in it in the street its basically fact   feelin trapped a young kid about to turn 23   tested the wrong niggas attract the wrong enemy   no dough supportin' his habit   goons'll have your life for not being up they hungry to grab it   and they grabbed his not too long   wanna know what happened next?   we back to the top of the song   I spit an image for you...