Black Thought:   It's a frantic situation(x7)      Common:   Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch   And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me   Out of snappin, my God tried to talk me   But what could get me half way calm was this Donny Hathaway song   The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone   But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket   This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down   Either it's somebody I know or somebody I stay around   Day before I broke out, niggaz was over my crib gettin smoked out   No tellin who had the place scoped out   Donnie brought over some niggaz I didn't know   I'm askin, who are you, they said I'm with the Mo   If it was them, soon I will collide with them   And they better not be rockin no new Iversons   Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow   If I'm out of town or not, by my car, he would know   Now, it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party   Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body   What if it was this nigga I let sleep in my crib   To have the set of keys but that I wasn't tryin to believe   But I could have put it past him or those other bastards   It would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did it   Cuz whoever did ain't gon admit it   The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit   Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind   It might surface   Cuz tellin Allah, Joe is worthless(uh)      chorus(x2): Black Thought   Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x3)   Wherever you are, whoever you are   Check it out