I Wanna Know

I (Statik Selektah)
I wanna know what's going on
I wanna know what's going on, around

My first raw free cheese lines 'cause we was dirt poor
The peen who called law, library author who learned law
Took the P off a purse, man, these niggas the worst, dawg
It's still a pocket book what they call it a murse for?
When they used to beef on a block, hammers would burst off
We had to duck down 'cause we lived on the first floor
Brass knuckles, Crazy Eddie commercials and nerf balls
Pacman junior who got the best or the worst score?
The warriors didn't kill Cyrus, that little jerk off
Blamed it on them so they still l had to fight in the turf war
Police tappin' them lines so we were curve calls
Nextel phones hit me up on the chirp, dawg
They lock jams a lot, stick the key and then turn more
The gun is in the mailbox when you go through he first door
TNT ran in that crib up on the third floor
Melted uranium, the block is hot as the earth's core
The golden chair, I cut the umbilical birth cord
Baby, I'm ready I see what Gerald Levert saw
Sick with this rappin' somebody Google it, search 'Cure'
Pallbearer carry you to your next door

I wanna know what's going on
I wanna know what's going on, around

I live precise a high caliber writer
Living life to show the significant difference between man and mites
Michelle Obama, they go low, we go a different height
Woman's empowerment advocate supporting women's rights
Stick my finger in the rotary phone and spin it right
Psychic caller, I call Miss Cleo to get advice
Sweet Pea Whitaker body shot when I'm in a fight
Knuckle game vicious the resurrection of Kimbo Slice
Momma said no, she ain't letting my cousin spend the night
I was grounded, I went to school with a kitchen knife
Aunt Jemima's scarf covered my face, I did it tight
Ask Uncle Ben I stash my dope in his rice
Brand new Ferrari, drop the top and dim the lights
Bring the toys out, I ain't talking about Fisher Price
The Kawasaki Ninja, every summer I switched my bike
Running through them like airports, I'm bout to miss my flight
Lurking ass niggas, they would hate to admit I'm nice
See 'em in my views but they never be in my lights
Right before I roll 'em I blow 'em and then I kiss my dice
The projectile hit faster than lightening when it strikes

I wanna know what's going on
I wanna know what's going on, around



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Willie Mackie
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