Tommy - Mathematics, Mathematics feat. Baldhead Buchanan, Eyes-Low, Angela Sings, Allah Real

Set it here, set it here

What is this, boy, what’s the deal here

What’s the deal here?

Come on with it, come on with it, speak up

Speak up, you better be cool, suckas

You better be cool

You don’t know who I am, do you, chump?

I’m the death to you, boy

To you, and you, and you, better remember now

What goes around, comes around

I’m coming here, don’t fuck me with now

You’ll be dead

Yo, Tommy what you doing out here, man?

(Our little Tommy is thugging)

You only 13, man, you should be in the crib, man

You know if your brother was here, man

(Selling drugs and he’s buggin')

You know what they do to you, man

Word, I’ll let him know, Jamaica, Queens

(Our little Tommy is thugging)

When we get smoked out, we just be buggin'

Knowhatimsayin', check it

(Our little Tommy is thugging)

Yo, yo, yo

Aiyo, I’m looking for that Dolly Parton

So I skeet right on her salad garden

Key up her ignition, after, whippin' it, I’m valet parking

Fine grape Buddha, now we sparking

Fingers cob webbin', cop weed from four Jamaican’s bobsledding

I’m top rank with the bank, it’s no more stolen cars

Fightin' over tuna cans, living off granola bars

I put my work in like the Older Gods

And gotta mob with status, Martin Lawrence

Made it word to Robin Harris

And my hood is villain blocks, niggas killin' cops

Cops killin' niggas, dirty chicks and penicillin shots

I’m sick of seeing bitches lyin' with a straight face

Friendly orgies turning into Kobe Bryant’s rape case

My block is where the drama take place

Fightin' moccasin, dippin' from Johnny Depp and Holly Robinson

21 Jump Street jake, NYPD license plates

I write with grace, pipe the eighth, but only if my life’s at stake

Yo, I’m trynna get my cash established

Three-two, Eyes ----

Tommy

Little Tommy got his hands on a gun, he only 13

Smoking weed, running with thugs that’s like 33

He try’na grow too fast, it ain’t cool

Cuttin' school, at a hooky party, feelin' on ass

Til some hatin' cats came in, Tommy started grippin'

Dude looked him up and down, and Tommy got offended

Shots rang off, everybody runnin' rampant

Little do they know, Tommy loved gun clappin'

The kid bounced before he even got hit

Messed up when shorty got caught, between that shit

Now, who gonna tell honey mom’s how she cut school

At a hooky school with girlfriends and wild dudes

Who gonna talk to the cop, who gettin' locked for it?

Tommy fled the scene, before somebody else saw him

He ran fast, down Fulton Ave., tossin' his gun

Thinkin' to himself;

'What the fuck I’ve done'

Tommy, Tommy

Tommy, Tommy

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy

His pops left when he was young, brother got locked up

In the car chase, cause somebody got shot up

A prime example of a man in your life

A little dude like to fight for what’s wrong, and not right

Livin' life, it ain’t life no more, homicide outside

Lookin' in, about to knock on his door

And little Tommy in a jam now, he going out

Deja vu, but he seen what his brother would do

So he flew out the back, on the run for the rest of his life

Somebody told, he did it that same night

A news flash, girl shot dead, her family sad

And little Tommy couldn’t live with that, he’d rather die

Commited suicide, blew his brains out, his moms cried

Only son left, took his last breath, closed his eyes now

He on the other side, feeling good, talkin' to God

Understanding why he had it so hard

Tommy is buggin', oh yeah

Tommy is thuggin'

Tommy hisself, Tommy hisself

(Said he thugged and he bugged)

Tommy is buggin', Tommy is buggin'

(Drugs… did that)

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy

Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tommy

{Brooklyn, nigga, yo Mathematics

They ain’t understanding, man

This is real serious, word haha

It’s a lot of little Tommy’s all over the US ghetto

You know what I mean?

I mean these young dudes

Really don’t know, man, I think the TV

Manipulate they minds man, they raising our kids

Man, too many of them, we gotta control it, word

And this what happens when you can’t control it}

(Tommy…)