Lookin' At Me Sideways-Brother Ali

Now baby you gon' get a crook in your neck looking at me sideways I play high stakes made crook in a crime wave Must be something on my face Bold type face rhetoric You gon' clickety click and get your head split What the hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the brother is hard core I ain't got to prove to any of you That anything I ever said was is the truth but I'm ready to do it And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 beats a week So f**k it I'll put the record how it needs to be I understand I ain't perfect alright I been a thugged out nerd all my life Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at night I feed people with the verses I write And I fill them with my personal strife Had some of y'all concerned for my life For what I've had the nerve to recite I cut my grass grow, bring the serpants to light Now baby you ain't never heard me I'm tight And I'm surgical like, with this b**ch Jake You know that sh*t f**k around and get a closed casket and I'm old fashioned Trying to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit It's just so tragic But it ain't impossible to solve I ain't learned jack sh*t from Dorian at all Let me hear you abusing the culture I adore I'm just here to play my part, and inbetween scenes got to stay on guard I ain't way out y'all, you just don't get me dog You gon f**k around and miss me dog, it ain't my fault And they love the way I talk Eyes get real wide when I say my thoughts I ain't way out y'all, you just don't get me dog You gon f**k around and miss me dog, it ain't my fault Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big black granite statue Devide it by the lightning speed that they can move It ain't an autograph, do that math I'm a smack you I like to pull up my pants and lean back too Organic vegetables, mix em with fast food I'm Howard Stern meets Howard Zinn How could you not find a pal in him and get attracted too I take it back for you when possible If your hear this then I'm confiding in you Pop call me, "Ali what's bothering you Don't you want to tell your friends you and your father are cool" "NO." You got more X's than the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do But that ain't my problem with you Truth is your just an impossible dude You get hostile with fools when their honest with you But I don't see what that nascence would prove I don't give fake props to the dude or walk around in his shoes I just do what the Qu'ran says to do and respect him Now I ain't even here to get clandestine But best believe I'm a get what's destined Be it an Escalade or a fixed up F10 It's better than this bus, best friend believe that I ain't got a free minute to lean back Plus I wanna teach him how to read on a Leap Pad Schining bike, smiling like "look at me dad! " That's the sh*t that I'm in to I defend to the death That I'm every bit as gangster as them fools If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow like this If you were really a G you wouldn't know I exist, you b**ch (I don't understand what they're sayin' But little did they know they could get a smack for that, man) So I'd advise you to shut the f**k up Silly muhf**ka I said clap your hand to the beat y'all 'Cause the beat make you clap your hands I said clap your hand to the beat y'all 'Cause the beat make you clap your hands