A-plus:      Hmmmmm   I could give a damn about you and your crew   Everybody’s frontin’   Aint nobody bein’ true to   The things they say   They say...      Tajai:   Man, I understand,      A-plus: and,      Phesto:   I got a plan for improvement. . .      A-plus:   But you gets the finger   And I bring a   Attitude with me   Cause brothas that I know be acting shifty   Let me be me   And I’ll let you be you   But why talk about me if it’s not me that you’re talkin’ to   Lets make it clear   You do not know, me   So skip ’how ya livin’, ’how ya feel, bro g’   To me that’s phony   Asking if my shit’s dropping   The kids stop when   They start to get they lips popped, and   They say I forgot ’em   But I ain’t seen ’em in four years,      Tajai:   You always had my number,      A-plus: so step with your poor tears   And what about,      Opio: plus is my man!      A0plus: you need to stop it   Screw the doers   Of rumors   Cause you nerds never profit.      [chorus:]   Tell me who profits? you got beat, cause you like to gossip.      Phesto:      In school I never used to raise my hand in class   I always knew the teacher’s hand   A passing grade to me   In the back, relax   Cause they wasn’t kickin’ facts   In facts   I never learned nuttin’,      Opio:      I can fool with the school system   They take facts and twist ’em   Into knots, right up the block’s   A spot   To get a 40   Around the corner get craps,      Phesto:      Perhaps these is traps   To keep us tapped   Saps, can buy gats   With flat-tipped bullet caps   In the locker room with no hassle   And assholes sell cracks in sacks   To class-foes & friends   Cause the mass goes with the trend.      Opio:      My friend   The niggas makin’ ends is livin’ illegal   That’s the way to go   I’m out to get dough.      Phesto:      Dough?    The education, to get you further   Than murder and drugs with thugs   You’re better off being a nerd.      Opio:      That’s absurd   Life don’t mean nuthin’ without phat pockets   That’s the only way to get paid   You tell me who profits.      [chorus:]      O&p: tell me who profits?    O: I’ll have g’s,   P: but you’ll get shot, kid (dick)!      Tajai:      Huh!   Ya gotta wonder   Why niggas plunder, kill   Have ya torn a sunder   Cuz i’ma build   And fill   A glass pipe full of crack   And black men’s pockets be phat   A little   Lets whittle the way to the core now   Ya packin’ a glock   Mackin’ the block   Fight with the cops   Well, who ya takin’ the risk for?    A kingpin swingin’   With the president   Greasin’ ’em up & givin’ ’em papes   For drugs in the states   Have ya dodgin’ niggas and caps   He’s with george & clarence   Digging golf balls out of sand traps   He’s never seen frisco or oakland   He got a glimpse of new york   When he went to see the opera (ahhhhhh!   He’s seventy-six, getting senile   If we live past 2-4 we’re due for a stay in the penile   So see now, we polish our berettas   But there’s no boats or caine fields nowhere in the ghetto   Yo...      [chorus:]   Tajai: tell me who profits?    Dc got schemes, and we ain’t got spit...damn.