Some cats really like to you know...
Profile and front.
And then the jooks go down all at once they like...
Donand't get mad
Donand't get mad
Donand't g g g g g get mad (repeat 3x)
Youand're out on the block hustling at the spot...
Got this is how you get got...
At the gamblinand' 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 andquot;i like you alotandquot;...
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 goinand' around 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 iand'm from brooklyn, certain shit you just donand't do
Like, high postinand' when you far from home
Or like, high postinand' when you all alone
Now, this would seem to be clear common sense
But, cats be livinand' off, sheer confidence
Like andquot;fuck that, picture them tellinand' me run thatandquot;
But acting invincible, just ainand't sensible
Itand's nineteen ninety-now, and thereand's certain individuals
Swear they rollinand' hard and get robbed on principle
5 star general, flashinand' on your revenue
You takinand' a ride on the downstate medical, like (whooooooo)
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue
A fool on attack and itand's happening to you
Witand' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea
But five of them and one of you, that equals got to me...
Donand't get mad
Donand't get mad
Donand't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x)
Come on yaand'll now, letand's be real
Some jokers got a rough time keepinand' it concealed
I wonder what it mean, itand's probably self-esteem
They fiending to be seen, get hymned like aberdeen
Cats think it canand't happen until the gats start clappinand'
They cominand' down the wire spittinand' fire like a dragon
and'cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position
To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippinand'
Like, come on now ock, what you expect?
Got a monthand's paycheck danglinand' off your neck
And while you cristal sippinand', they rubbinand' up they mittens
With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettinand'
They clique starts creepinand' like sandinistin guerrillas
You screaminand' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers
Mr. fash-ion, that style never last long
The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on
Thereand's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat
Catand's heavy at the weigh-in, and heand's playinand' for keeps
Donand't sleep, theyand'll roll up in your passengers seat
There is universal law, whether rich or poor
Some say lifeand's a game, to more, life is war
So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips
and'fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less...
Donand't get mad
Donand't get mad
Donand't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x)
