huh)
You're out on the block,
hustling at the spot
Got, this is how you get got
At the gamblin' spot and
your hand is mad hot
Got, this is how you get got
Out in Brooklyn late night
flashing all of your rocks
Got, this is how you get got
Some girl from Pink House said,
"I like you a lot"
Got, this is how you get got
This one goes to all them Big Will cats
With ice on they limbs and big
rims on they Ac'
You rollin' 'round town
with your system bump
And your windows cracked
low to profile and front
Now I like to have nice
things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn,
certain shit you just don't do
Like, high postin' when
you far from home
Or like, high postin' when
you all alone (right)
Now, this would seem to be
clear common sense
But, cats be livin' off sheer confidence
Like, "Fuck that,
picture them tellin' me run that"
But acting invincible,
just ain't sensible
It's nineteen ninety-now,
and and there's certain individuals
Swear they rollin' hard and get
robbed on principle
5 star general,
flashin' on your revenue
Be takin' a ride on the Downstate medical,
Like (woo)
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue
A full on attack and it's
happening to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust
back and cop a plea
But five of them and one of you,
that equals got to me
Come on y'all now, let's be real
Some jokers got a rough time
keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean,
it's probably self-esteem
They fiendin' to be seen,
get hemmed like Gabardines
Cat s think it can't happen 'til
the gats start clappin
They comin' down the wire spittin
fire like a dragon
'Cause while the goods glisten,
certain eyes take position
To observe your trickin',
then catch that ass slippin'
Like, come on now
akh', what you expect?
Got a month's paycheck danglin'
off your neck
And while you Cristal sippin',
they rubbin' up they mittens
With heat in mint con dition to start
the getti-gettin'
They clique starts creepin' like
Sandinista guerrillas
You screamin' playa haters,
these nig gas is playa killers
Mr. Fashion,
that style never last long
The harder you flash,
the harder you get flashed on
There's hunger in the street
that is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport,
but more steal to eat
Cat's heavy at the weigh-in,
and and he's playin' for keeps
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in
your passenger's seat
There is universal law,
whether rich or poor
Some say life's a game,
to more life is war
So put them egos to the side
and get off them head trips
'Fore some cats pull out them heaters
and make you headless
Don't get me (please)
Don't get me (oh)
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me (oh no,
no, no)
no)
no)
Don't get me (please)
Don't get me (oh)
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me (oh no,
no, no)
no)
no)
Don't get me (please)
Don't get me (oh)
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me (oh no,
no, no)
no)
no)
Don't get me (please)
Don't get me (oh)
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me (we supposed supposed
supposed supposed to be brothers)
Mos Def 
