作曲 : Brother Ali Here we are in the apartment corridor, "Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to you. I don't get up in my neighbours business normally right, But yo these thin ass walls got everything leakin' through Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for the **** smoke But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please dont" And it's not once or twice, but every damn night Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right Now man to man, I can understand They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em And nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman? Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfull Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down..." "....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet Pullin' this ****, if he was taller I woulda went and got it Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized But little boys really ain't used to bein' criticized First off scooter, take the bass out your voice I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choice Here and, understand it's only once that I warn you Man make a move, make a threat, I'll make it reign knuckles on you I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your league My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peace She's stuck her head down on some keep your temper **** Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your business *****" Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed that He invited my right fist for a party on his left cheek I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted, But arrived a half a second early, right cross connected - Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him, Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in him Little man could make moves that I couldn't, He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place Air point style, the second one take off, the next one land Learn some respect young man He glanced down for the brick on the ground, Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown He's in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in the world So **** hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin' the ground I said somebody need to beat your ass, And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull up He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up Ready to protect and serve, And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves He helped the wife-beater stand up, But not before he helped brother ali into some handcuffs And you can imagine my surprise, When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man Damn that was not the plan...
作曲 : Brother Ali Here we are in the apartment corridor, "Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to you. I don't get up in my neighbours business normally right, But yo these thin ass walls got everything leakin' through Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for the **** smoke But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please dont" And it's not once or twice, but every damn night Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right Now man to man, I can understand They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em And nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman? Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfull Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down..." "....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet Pullin' this ****, if he was taller I woulda went and got it Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized But little boys really ain't used to bein' criticized First off scooter, take the bass out your voice I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choice Here and, understand it's only once that I warn you Man make a move, make a threat, I'll make it reign knuckles on you I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your league My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peace She's stuck her head down on some keep your temper **** Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your business *****" Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed that He invited my right fist for a party on his left cheek I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted, But arrived a half a second early, right cross connected - Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him, Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in him Little man could make moves that I couldn't, He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place Air point style, the second one take off, the next one land Learn some respect young man He glanced down for the brick on the ground, Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown He's in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in the world So **** hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin' the ground I said somebody need to beat your ass, And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull up He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up Ready to protect and serve, And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves He helped the wife-beater stand up, But not before he helped brother ali into some handcuffs And you can imagine my surprise, When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man Damn that was not the plan...
