Paris (Rapper) - Whatcha See? lyrics

[Verse 1] One, two, three, and I don't stop Comin' is the man with the motherf**ing plan, got their a** running Known and I'm prone to educate When I speak to my folk, I say it straight Now understand that I can't be the One to perpetrate the gangsta fever So I sit back and observe cause I'm kinda smart Thinkin' of brand new ways to my people's heart Bounce on in a city where they shoot Over anything from looks to loot So many fools get lost in a shuffle, should I scuffle? So many slippin' cause their egos got em trippin' Now listen what I'm saying cause it's real Black men dying nowadays got ma** appeal So you better recognize where I'm coming from In a city where it's fashion to act dumb Still stressin', still strivin' Still coming real, still trying to survive when Everybody got their motherf**ing straps close This one's going out to my dead foe And the brothers in the pen Cause I still got love and I'm never giving up Cause we're still struggling I see we gotta get it together Motherf** what you heard before I'm still coming with the... [Verse 2] Now how many fake gangsters drop when I pop True facts for the blacks and you know it don't stop Kickin' knowledge everyday when I bill It's the man known forever coming real Now, how many n******gs gotta die before we see? United we stand, divided there's misery So I put my funk on your a** quick Hope brothers get the message in the music I be coming with the sh** to let you know I'ma let you know exactly what be going on for sure so we can grow It's the same old bullsh** everyday Young n******gs dying up, victims of the game But as long as I'm living I keep giving facts And as long as you listen I be bumpin' raps That's real sh** coming from a street soldier n***a, act like you know, for real