Tell Me

[Hook x4] Tell me how you feel It's time to get down and do this for real [Verse 1] There she lays, never the nonsense The mood to watch her focus on and Slide so she can ride the man who's born to be sextified Study my flicks if only chicks knew the mix for better brands When power lands the sister had other plans The plot is set for her to wed giver her dad's permission To marry the next boss in line in his position Overprotective, the objective is never to leave her Taking street, who pack the heat, now meet the Black Caesar Bought her diamonds and furs, silky jammies isn't hers But deep down I think a simple man she prefers Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down Stopping in tears she pulls over by the playground Clearing her vision, spots a game through the schoolyard fence Sneakers squeeking, ball bouncing, looking so intense And since her hobby was photography with nothing to do Cool, she takes a flick or two [Hook] [Verse 2] A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around the town Her mommy shopping, daddy dealing, leaving night all time around For her to execute her a level to break the family ties To gamble her future on the love, murder, money, and lies Watch out, the woman's about to love and claim her king So she drove up in the ghetto looking to do her thing Checking the brothers going crazy when the car skirts by the flow I keep it real and peep it all from my window So please, the lady's heading upstairs the first door The second deliver my clothes, the third, run my tub water Every way she represented made sense to me When black is out of state, building spots, making lucci The wind blows the candles, now the moon shines on my chest But nevertheless I gently rest my head on her breast But danger lurks in the wings based on how the cards read 'em I think she'd better tell 'em [Hook] [Verse 3] The blackest of the seeds to dawn stepping with two briefcases Son you bless your people when you conquer like Hannibal When I was about your age, I ran the numbers for money I'm picturing him and John Gotti hanging in the study I grew to be large in Crooklyn with your daddy back in the day We were ready to take Harlem before he passed away Women and booze, the weapon I choose then was truly major I'm ringside with Don King when Ali fought Frazier Scars and metals, when the mob settles I was flexing My daughter was born so I called the X for some direction Your father's words are like the Bible to black But beware, he came barging in your room and you wasn't there You let your mind wander, taste and face the search party Left the grounds fully loaded with the tre pound Then come in deep on the creep to find you and me Cause you can't stop destiny [Hook]