[Scratches]:

"How many n*ggas do you know like this" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi'

[Verse One] [Consequence]:

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' units and was big in the south

And had bought a couple units 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

[Hook] [Consequence]:

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"

[Verse Two] [Boycott Blues]:

Her name was Ms. One just like the one from The Wiz

She had two, three, four, five hundred kids

No D.A., D.A. 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 O.T. 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

[Hook] [Consequence]:

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"

[Verse Three] [Insight]:

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?

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