Boycott Blues - Da Math lyrics

[Scratches]: "How many n***as do you know like this" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi' [Verse One] [Consequence]: I had a homie named Al, that we would call Algebra Cause he could count money as fast as any challenger But when it came down to certain days on the calendar He would walk around with a .38 caliber An eighth of this caliber should get his next bonus The second he's in power, like an exponent Cause he had his ex moanin', until he caught a spasm But by the next mornin', multiply they orgasms She should thought they was Equal sorta like the sweetener But that messed with the ego so he began cheatin' her Then he start beatin' her and piecing her with fractions Till she did the math when they accountant did the taxes Cause there would be subtractions, where there should be additions And her overreactions would cause their division And it don't take a mathematician to figure this out Why a chick in her position had got slick with her mouth Cause even though he movin' units and was big in the south And had bought a couple units then had flipped to her house Him and her were on the outs once he heard about they problems But tried to work it out, like doin' word problems But there be worse problems as she carried her son Since he took over the number game like carrying the one Now he's carrying a gun cause they wanna let 'em have it According to his man who knew today's mathematics [Hook] [Consequence]: So do the math cuzzo Do the math cuzzo Do the math cuzzo Do the math cuzzo Do the math cuzzo "5,000" Do the math "15,000" [Verse Two] [Boycott Blues]: Her name was Ms. One just like the one from The Wiz She had two, three, four, five hundred kids No D.A., D.A. know they A,B,C's Just the one, two, threes when collecting fees Put a hole at your top like the sign for degrees You're greasy when your body stink, spray the trunk with Febreze Be easy like kindergarten, dearly departed 'em Cuttin' kilos and keys, blowin' trees, not from the garden They turn the heat up to 300 so the snow will harden They stayed in a mean mode There was no way to bargain Did the O.T. geography, cuttin' cornered of geometry Fiend flamin' theology, bodily harm biology Divide the legs, multiply left from angels no apology Ain't gotta be a philosopher like one of Socrates, to see We the victims of a relative robbery Subtracted from my peoples maintaining they weak economy The math [Hook] [Consequence]: Do the math cuzzo "How many" "50" Do the math Do the math cuzzo "How many" "500" Do the math Do the math cuzzo "How many" Do the math cuzzo I'll be your tutor baby "15,000" [Verse Three] [Insight]: Teenagers skip they cla**es out to triple they cash A principle pa**ed the shooters and he slid 'em a stash 500 in the wallet, two pistols in bags 12 O'clock on the block, ammunition they had More money than you With an unemployed crew Bubblin', troublin', mother f'ers is somethin' they do In the mornin' and night, do the math okay Our society leave us hangin' two times a day Hate your guts when it's right, lock ya up in the night The city took the rims off of the ball court so he fight ? guns, knives and mics How many made it out the system? Peep the science of life Blast the White House doors, yo, the hell with the war Had promoters do the math and put my staff on tour Saw the first one on the corner, he the one who finished last Dodgin' the bullet blast fast with an open gash After fallin' on broken gla** Devil's choke your a** Till they see blood spilt of an innocent man kilt ? But how many know the math?