Willie D - Whatcha Know About That lyrics

Verse 1: (Willie D) As I roll through the motherf**ing inner city 27 years and the block still looks sh**ty The mayor put his picture on my fence Promised us a lot of sh** and I ain't seen that b**h since I'm bout to do a Frank Nitty Cause the potholes f**ing up the shocks on my new Chevy Gotta Malcolm X 'em like Spike Lee Cause they taking n***as in the hood lightly Politicians just use black folks They only come around when they want a motherf**ing vote And ain't no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers You stand a better chance seeing Jesus So I got me a plan Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands And I ain't going out talking to them hoes (What's your objective?) I'm putting blood on they clothes Cause they don't respect n***as Until we start shaking they a** and pulling triggers And that's a Goddamn fact Now what you so-called hard motherf**ers know about that? Chorus: (Melanie McGee) I wonder why life's a b**h, then you die Same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry Why judge that bro, cause you reep what you sowe What goes around, come around, now you know Verse 2: (Sho) Little miss Jackie, she got turned out f**ing with that gla** dick Little miss Jackie, she turning tricks She putting her mouth on everybody dick Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade But I couldn't get the play or the time of day Cause in life we was headed in opposite ways While she was trying to reach the top I was slanging rocks, drinking brew and dodging crooked cops Used to give her my all And every day in school a n***a got dissed in the halls But it didn't take long for me to find Every dog can't chew on every bone Then some time went by I heard through the grapevine, little Jackie was getting high This I just couldn't believe Not Jackie, miss most likely to succeed One day rolling up the cut I seen this fiend, pants all in her bu*t I'm thinking to myself that's a shame I stopped at the light she called out my real name Stuck her head in my window said she needed help I looked it was Jackie 'what you did to yourself?' The devil ain't nothing but crack That b**h small as a tic tac What you know about that? Chorus Verse 3: (Willie D) Now let's talk about Craig, a jockey and a dopehead >From the time he could walk little Craig was misled He had a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe She sold her a** to take care of that Negro He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent (And peep this, made her own kids pay rent) Craig started jacking, bringing every dollar home Got a gun and a screwdriver, fool got his hustle on Crank your sh** in a second (And if you walk up on him, you better draw your weapon Cause he'll put you to rest, and rest you quick And wouldn't lose sleep) Not one single bit Then he met this girl who became his wife Bought a car and a crib, started a new life 'Til one day, riding with his family He saw this n***a that he f**ed back in the game, gee He threw some dirt, the n***a threw it back Dressed his family in black Now what you know about that? Chorus