Boycott Blues, Insightful, Consequence - Da Math lyrics

"How many niggas do you know
Like this" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi'

I had a homie named Al
That we would call Algebra
Cause he could count money as
Fast as any challenger
But when it came down to
Certain days on the calendar
He would walk around with a 38 caliber
An eighth of this caliber should
Get his next bonus
The second he's in power, like an exponent
Cause he had his ex moanin'
Until he caught a spasm
But by the next mornin'
Multiply they orgasms
She should thought they was Equal
Sorta like the sweetener
But that messed with the ego
So he began cheatin' her


Then he start beatin' her and
Piecing her with fractions
Till she did the math when
They accountant did the taxes
Cause there would be subtractions
Where there should be additions
And her overreactions would
Cause their division
And it don't take a mathematician
To figure this out
Why a chick in her position had
Got slick with her mouth
Cause even though he movin' unit's and
Was big in the south
And had bought a couple unit's then
Had flipped to her house
Him and her were on the outs
Once he heard about they problems
But tried to work it out
Like doin' word problems
But there be worse problems as
She carried her son
Since he took over the number
Game like carrying the one
Now he's carrying a gun cause they
Wanna let 'em have it
According to his man who
Knew today's mathematics

So do the math cuzzo do the math cuzzo
Do the math cuzzo do the math cuzzo
Do the math cuzzo "5, 000"
Do the math "15, 000"

Her name was Ms one just like
The one from The Wiz
She had two, three, four, five hundred kids
No DA, DA know they A, B, C's
Just the one, two
Threes when collecting fees
Put a hole at your top
Like the sign for degrees
You're greasy when your body stink
Spray the trunk with Febreze
Be easy like kindergarten
Dearly departed 'em
Cuttin' kilos and keys, blowin' trees
Not from the garden
They turn the heat up to 300
So the snow will harden
They stayed in a mean mode
There was no way to bargain
Did the OT geography
Cuttin' cornered of geometry
Fiend flamin' theology, bodily harm biology
Divide the legs
Multiply left from angels no apology
Ain't gotta be a philosopher
Like one of Socrates, to see
We the victims of a relative robbery
Subtracted from my peoples maintaining
They weak economy the math

Do the math cuzzo "How many"
"50" do the math
Do the math cuzzo "How many"
"500" do the math
Do the math cuzzo "How many"
Do the math cuzzo i'll be your tutor baby
"15, 000"

Teenagers skip they classes out
To triple they cash
A principle passed the shooters and
He slid 'em a stash
500 in the wallet, two pistols in bags
12 O'clock on the block, ammunition they had
More money than you with an unemployed crew
Bubblin', troublin'
Mother f'ers is somethin' they do
In the mornin' and night, do the math okay
Our society leave us hangin' two times a day
Hate your guts when it's right
Lock ya up in the night
The city took the rims off of
The ball court so he fight
? guns, knives and mics
How many made it out the system?
Peep the science of life
Blast the White House doors, yo
The hell with the war
Had promoters do the math and
Put my staff on tour
Saw the first one on the corner
He the one who finished last
Dodgin' the bullet blast fast
With an open gash
After fallin' on broken glass
Devil's choke your ass
Till they see blood spilt of
An innocent man kilt?
But how many know the math?