Whatcha See?

One two three and I don't stop
 Comin' is the man with the motherfucking plan
 Got their ass running
 Known and I'm prone to educate
 When I speak to my folk, I said I'm straight
 Now understand that
 I can't be the one to perpetrate the gangsta fever
 So I sit back and observe cause I'm kinda smart
 Thinkin' of brand new ways to my people's heart
 Bounce on in a city where they shoot
 Over anything from looks to loot
 So many fools get lost in a shuffle
 Should I scuffle?
 So many slippin' cause their egos got em trippin'
 Now listen what I'm saying cause it's real
 Black men dying nowadays got mass appeal
 So you better recognize where I'm coming from
 In a city where it's fashion to act dumb
 Still stressin', still strivin'
 Still coming real, still trying to survive when
 Everybody got their motherfucking straps close
 This one's going out to my dead fo
 And the brothers in the pen
 Cause I still got love and I'm never giving up
 Cause we're still struggling
 I see we gotta get it together
 Motherfuck what you heard before
 I'm still coming with the...
 Now how many fake gangsters drop when I pop
 True facts for the blacks and you know it don't stop
 Kickin' knowledge everyday when I bill
 It's the man known forever coming real
 Now, how many niggers gotta die before we see?
 United we stand, divided there's misery
 So I put my funk on your ass quick
 Hope brothers get the message in the music
 I be coming with the shit to let you know
 I'ma let you know exactly what be going on for sure
 So we can grow
 It's the same old bullshit everyday
 Young niggers dying up, victims of the game
 But as long as I'm living I keep giving facts
 And as long as you listen I be bumpin' raps
 That's real shit coming from a street soldier
 Nigger, act like you know
 For real...