School ya´ll to somethin right quick
Sit down, open your ears, close your eyes, listen

Here´s a little story that I got to tell
About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well

Illmatic like Nas but that ain´t hard to tell
Owes it all to Dade County and the ATL
Picked rap and skipped the triple beam scale
And it´s a known fact he gon´ die before he fails
These boys rap about hustlin´ but can´t make bail
I call that hustling backwards and that´s real
Miami´s hot so I can vacation in hell
The way the game is shit, man, I mind as well
I look at these fools on camera flashin´ they tools
They must´ve forgot the streets got codes and rules
But me, I´m confused
´Cause rappers wanna be gangstas
Gangstas wanna be rappers
Ballers wanna be rappers
And rappers wanna be ballers
The truth is it´s more sickening than Ebola

Until they handcuff then it´s over
Pop up no dandruff, no neck, just head and shoulders
Bust guns, sell drugs, that´s what the streets showed us
But corporate America, that´s what they sold us