Canibus - U Don't Cee lyrics

[Canibus] It's the capital C, little A-N-I, capital B, U-S, whattup G Even from a distance I got a front row seat And I'm watchin what y'all don't see Listen up kids Your favorite artists are mafia bosses From the streets to the corporate office of they lawyers n***az got money and then they got hungry Got friends in powerful places just like Bugsy, but more ugly It's gon' get bloody, n***az don't know the side of the street sh** the TV don't show Tour buses full of weed and coke, gettin a hundred G's a show These n***az got cheese to blow On the phone, governor hits, gotta hide they mothers and kids Talkin in code, watchin out for the feds Every day they address change Hoppin out of bombproof automobiles, from real jet planes The mainstream think they just rappin They don't have the eyes or ears to see or hear what's happenin I'm from an island where the skinny n***az ride It's an island where the real skinny n***az die Ask my n***a Spragga Benz, he'll tell you why We represent Jamaican pride It's a war bein fought on all levels, let me paint the picture It's the straights against the gays, but the gays is richer There's a lot of s**y beasts in the system that like men more than women Cause they spent so much time in the prison I can tell you what it is and what it isn't, this sh** is subliminal Can't see it without the criminal vision Motherf**ers is livin a life nobody ain't filmin Thug TV, and it ain't for children Guns, s**, money and d**, f** your feelings Feds puttin smoke detectors with bugs in ceilings n***az hirin they own law enforcement Goin to court bent, dollars be talkin, drop the charges Don't forget, that n***a Shyne comin home soon And I +KNOW+ he hungry, I wonder what he gon' do If you can hear me cousin, I got my money on you What n***az sayin in the streets is true, see you soon We can do somethin with Spragga B or Elephant Man When you come home, you see my sh** is militant man I just came back from Belize, my uncle got married to this drug lord's niece, and bought a 36 karat marquis I'll holla at you, we'll discuss the plan I'm a soldier but I squeeze with a delicate hand The 50 cal cost fifteen thou' And I ain't stupid enough to say I got one, you figure it out It's a lot of nosy n***az around That's why I moved the f** out of New York to a less busier town With a 9 to 5, I still experience life on the finer side Hollerin ride or die Man of flesh with the eyes of God A concrete bunker protects my mind so I cry inside While I watch how the media designed the lies But real n***az see eye to eye While fake n***az run around lookin for another ride to buy With they lawyers co-signin the crime, I rhyme like there's a hundred million dollars on the line every time I'm ready to place a bet any time Empty a whole nine into any shield you hide behind to breach your contract with Father Time Just an old problem in the modern world, you see how these n***az is thorough from borough to borough, I'll give you referrals 7-1-8, 3-6-0, 2-5-1 Send the last digit on a bullet through a barrel My hundred pound rucksack full of ammo and army apparel If a n***a REALLY wanna battle