Young Money Publishing - Dontgetit lyrics

[Hook] Baby, you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood [Verse 1] What's understood ain't gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flame The snow Please slow Down hurricane The wind blow My dreads swang He had hair like wool, like Wayne Dropping ashes in the Bible I shake 'em out And they fall on the rifle Scary Hail Mary No tale-fairy All real, very extraordinary Perry Mason facin' the barrel if he tattle My God is my judge -- no gown, no gavel A hound, a rebel Down to battle Now or never Or whenever And the F for -- f**ing fantastic f** if you agree I'm bright, but I don't give a f** if you see me [Hook] But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood [Verse 2] Uhh, what's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For eight and a half months I gave Miss Cita pain Now it's Young Money, baby, keep the change My momma say "f** em!", and we the same So hello motherf**er, you got some sheets to change And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday You know church fit, then outfit Bright pink and green chest look house-lit Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this What you 'bout, b**h? Excuse my French emotion and my pa**ion But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion What are you askin? If I don't have the answer It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula But I know you don't understand Cause you thought Little Wayne was Weezy But Weezy is Wayne [Hook] But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood [Outro] I was watchin' TV the other day, right? Got this white guy on there talking 'bout black guys Talking about how young black guys are targeted Targeted by who? America You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up One in every nine Black Americans are locked up And see what the White guy was trying to stress was that The money that we spend on sending a motherf**er to jail A young motherf**er to jail Would be less to send his or her young a** to college See, and another thing the White guy was stressing was that Our jails are populated with drug dealers You know, crack c**aine? Yeah, stuff like that Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack c**aine And regular c**aine The police are... only I don't want to say only right, but sh** Only logic by riding around in the hood all day And not in the suburbs, because Crack c**aine is mostly found in the hood And um, you know the other thing is mostly found You know where I'm going But why bring a motherf**a to jail If it's not gonna stand up, in court Because this drug ain't that drug You know, level three, level four drug, sh** like that Mhmm.. I guess it's all a misunderstanding And um, I sit back and think, well sh**, us young motherf**ers You know, that one in every nine We probably only selling the crack c**aine Just because we in the hood And it's not like the suburbs We don't have the things that you have Why? I really don't want to know the answer I guess we just misunderstood huh? Yeah You know we don't have room in the jail Now for the real motherf**ers, the real criminals, you know Sex offenders, rapists, serial k**ers, sh** like that Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared I know you saw one them s** offender papers Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mmmhmm Yeah, that n***a live right down the street from you Sex offender, on the level 3 drug Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got Yeah, well you know what? (coughing) Don't stop the track (that's the good weed) You know what, I have a f**ing daughter You understand me? And, why the f** would you bring my neighbor To jail just because the reason why he live next door to me Ain't the reason why I live next door to him Meanin', he didn't rap his way to my f**in neighborhood He sold crack c**aine to get to my neighborhood You move him out, bring him to jail for life And then you move in a s** offender, heh heh heh They giving me a paper, heh heh hah Is that a misunderstanding, cause I don't understand it Another thing, let me take my gla**es off Cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this Uhh, Mr. Al Sharpton; here's why I don't respect you And nobody like you, hmm hmm, see You're the type that gets off on gettin on other people, heh hehe That's not good, no h*mo And rather unhuman I should say I mean, given the fact that humanity Well, good humanity, rather To me, is helpin one another, no matter your color or race But this guy, and people like him They'd rather speculate before they informate If that's a word, heh heh You know, 'spect before check, anyway Mean that, I much rather you talk to me first and see if you Can learn an opinion before you make one Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton (heh heh) Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man Gotta pluck the ashes, mhmm, hold on, um Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you, you don't know me So, if you're not gonna try to, then what you say Or think about me, or whatever I do Is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost To me, and, it doesn't make you a good person to Criticize before you improvise Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither, but The characteristics fall heavily into bad sway, hahahh But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well But I try my hardest to stay good And some of the things I do and say may be bad Or just, not too good But I do try So with that said, I don't fault you I mean, you're only human Good or bad, but I also don't respect you And I don't care if that's good or bad, heh heh You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson You a nobody, to me You're just another Don King with a perm Just a little more political And that just means you're a little unhuman than us humans And now, let me be human by saying f** Al Sharpton And anyone like him f** if you understand me I love being misunderstood Heheh, why? Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood Bring the hook in [Hook] But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood