It's a frantic situation(x7)

 Common:
 Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch
 And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me
 Out of snappin, my God tried to talk me
 But what could get me half way calm was this Donny Hathaway song
 The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone
 But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket
 This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down
 Either it's somebody I know or somebody I stay around
 Day before I broke out, niggaz was over my crib gettin smoked out
 No tellin who had the place scoped out
 Donnie brought over some niggaz I didn't know
 I'm askin, who are you, they said I'm with the Mo
 If it was them, soon I will collide with them
 And they better not be rockin no new Iversons
 Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow
 If I'm out of town or not, by my car, he would know
 Now, it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party
 Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body
 What if it was this nigga I let sleep in my crib
 To have the set of keys but that I wasn't tryin to believe
 But I could have put it past him or those other bastards
 It would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did it
 Cuz whoever did ain't gon admit it
 The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit
 Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind
 It might surface
 Cuz tellin Allah, Joe is worthless(uh)

 chorus(x2): Black Thought
 Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x3)
 Wherever you are, whoever you are
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