[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro]
It's simple math
It's simple math
It's simple mathematics
Check it out
(DJ Scratches)
[Verse 1]
It's simple crackematics, you gonna love us
Cause G15 plus gat equals a lot of dead mothaf*ckas
Foxy began with 1,400 grams
Cut thirty two grams raw in half, got sixteen
You and Mega got forty eight? You got a whole lot of cream?
I'mma stop trying to calculate cause your math don't add up
I got love for Foxy Brown, so please don't pull the gat up
Got the laser sight onto my Black Snub
.38 revolver, will solve ya; I gotta stack figures, you follow?
Bust a couple of shots in between your cornrows
I got sore soles from ducking all of these porks though
I make sh*t knock like morse code, let's just keep it in between us
Cause I don't wanna be stuck in a cell, beating my p*nis
I just want all these motherf*ckers to pledge allegiance
You wanna flip rocks while keeping cops off your ass?
Flip some dough like a baker, you better learn how to add
Mathematics
[Hook]
It's simple mathematics
I revolve around science
Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and them
Check it out
[Verse 2]
I eat, sh*t, sleep, and do the licks with my Sig
I'm afraid of hit men surrounding me, so I take a little swig
It calms me the f*ck down, gotta move to uptown
Move all of these keys, while bumping some Duck Down
Get to the deal and I see a bunch of Chinese
Carrying heavy weaponry, looking really grimy
So I move into the alley way and park the Lincoln
I was looking into their eyes so I could understand what they thinking
The deal starts of well, but ends in disaster
They think I'm stiffing them, they wanna put me in a plaster
Thirty Keys short they said, I'm like "I counted right"
But they whip out their K's, with all of their laser sights
They start shooting I jump back, I got twenty one in the mag
I start shooting it off, I shoot a couple of them back
One last one left, I pull the trigger and all I hear is static
I miscounted it and died, I should've known mathematics
sh*t
[Outro]
(AK-47 shots)