They wanna know (All you have to do) know how I do Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) Why you playing, why you playing? I be going like two and two With some hot shit ready to spit for you With the songs that you love just to get you through Back in effect I'm back to collect Got the respect Which will turn into the cash or a check You can, pay me in fear, you can pay me with love You can, pay me in tears or you can pay me in blood Spray me with slugs, and the revolution live, I never die in vain The writer might be dead but the piece remain on the train (yea) The music help you be true to yourself, accumulate wealth So what I spit is the embodiment I do for self As a teen it was kinda hard to find a job I took over my writer's bloc and ran it like a spot I'm Pimp C in this game nigga, I'm a hard But I'm never feasting on it, keep speaking on it God That's what they say when I'm building, I keep my dialogue street But still spiritual like we deep inside a mosque Or the sin of God that don't preach or go where the sinners are And keep the fire burning like a slum lord in the Bronx Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) I be going like two and two With some more hot shit ready to spit for you With the songs that you love just to get you through Ma Rhyme writer from nine to five It's the 25 to lifers with the balance of the acrobatic high wires The pain of the slave with his back feeling like fire 'Cuz the whip talking to his ass like Knight Rider Most of these rappers now days be sounding like liars Got visions of guns in they head like the Pied Piper When I bust they start to disappear like my lighters 'Cuz they shit is faker than the dreads on Mikah Phifer The industry is in trouble Plus these industry niggaz is fake, so they tend to be in a bubble So I hit the block where they're known to thicken the plot Sticking up cops, kids be pocket-picking they Glocks (my man) Balling outta control, don't be forgetting that niggaz is broker than dishes at a Greek wedding They might try to run up on you, take your life quick It's like this when you walk the strip up on the night shift Let 'em know Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) I be going like two & two With some more hot shit ready to spit for you With the songs that you love to get you through Ma This right here the bare essentials with no extras y'all I kept it raw from the school of thought where less is more Brooklyn is cooking and I blessed it with the special sauce I got the soul of a prophet and never take a loss Fresher than kicks out the box, the kids on the block That is street hungry trying to get that sweet honey out the rock Crack in the socks when they click the row thicker than sour sop Listening to my black power rock Music, of this hip hop we be rock to it I'm a river, you a valley, watch me run right through it You wanna learn how to do it, tell the truth in your single first Lil' Kim went to jail for what you do in every single verse (free Lil' Kim) Lyrics is perjury, your beats is more plastic than surgery And we in the United States of emergency One of the main reasons none of you lames worry me Is I change lanes like a changed plane that change currency They wanna know, tell them (All you have to do is call me) of course I will 'cuz you know how I do Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me) I be going like two and two With some more hot shit ready to spit for you With the songs that you love to get you through Ma