Captiol Hill yeah    (Chorus)    Ain't nobody with the skills we got    Putting shit together just to form another plot    Better be on your P's and Q's    Here's a message from me to you bloow    Ain't nobody with the skills we got    Always putting shit together just to form another plot    Better be on your P's and Q's    Here's a message from me to you bloow       Verse 1:    I break you off a little something    There ain't no reason to be frontin'    He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothing    Pick up my pen, begin    To let my mind bend again    Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing    Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger trough    While I chill on the land of the lore    With your raps sound soft    Beats never coming off    How you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaall    Losing you skill, what's the deal?    Peeling caps on you record    Interludes on some y'all ain't even seen real steal    Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a record    Making dough, but it's your own shit still    Now's time to play big Will nigga    After you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor    Trigger in you clutches    Remembering the time you thought of doing niggas    Spoke about the dutches    New style every month from Tony Touches    You capitalize on franchise type of shit    Generic in your eyes    No name brand the same    But can't even do it like the orginal Fame    Get that ass out the game    Nigga, what!       (Chorus)       Honey! Where do you think you're going with my money?    Broke you off last week, Yo!    Girl listen funny, you thinking you're runnin'    On some different type shit    But your position at present could get your wig split    Baby, what!    I know we cool like that because, we known each other for years    And all the time we was on the same level    But you turned up the treble    Not me I became a hip-hop MC    On the other hand, babee    You think of profiling as an acuvision (?)    Last year was a different situation    Hanging out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick back    Smoking BDs, mixing hash with weed    Denim and army fatigues    You were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat    Now you're chilling with some type Johnny G type of cat    Put you up in the crib    Now you think you're all that    Fly DKNY, Versace panties on your ass    But, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in class    Correct that bullshit, fast!    And quit coming around my niggas begging for cash    That's you boyfriend's task    I heard he 'tacked you up really bad the other day    'Cause I can hear your seed screaming, running my way    Time to talk to that fool, cause my sons don't play    Ah, honey, next time you change, don't stray    You hear me?       (Chorus)       Ain't nobody, skills we got,    Ain't nobody, Saukrates y'all    Better be on your P's and Q's    Here's a message from me to you, bloow