Letras:Rappin' 4-Tay. Other. I'll Be Around (Timber Mix).

[phone rings]
[Lady:] Ragtop records, may I help you?
[Fly:] Can I speak to Fo?
[Lady:] I moment please, he's around.
[4-Tay:] Yo, wassup?
[Fly:] Wassup, Fo? I know you finished that cut for the radio.
[4-Tay:] As a matter of fact Fly I just finished it baby boy, don't worry
about nothin, I'll be around.

[4-Tay]
Regardless if I'm chillin backstage or on tour
With my homie Young Fly even Al B. Sure
Never hesitate to call me whenever I'm done
Cause homie I'm real and I'm always true to my loved ones
Too many wakes and funerals full of tears
You say there's something on your mind well here I'm all ears
Cause nobody thinking about the funk that you're choosin it
A lot of my homies stuck in the pen for life for losin it
Call up your folks you keep thinkin about home
Recorder keeps a peep and there's a block on the phone
And all of this is enough to make a brother's nerves bad
Reminds me of a sitution that I once had
Spent that spent this endless relentless tremendous women on my jock
And don't nobody mindin business
He say she say throwin salt about it
And chooses to talk about you cause there's no one else to talk about
Talk about the show and the flow and all the clout
Then be real with yourself and talk about and turned it out
It's not hard to compete when his name is poppin
A scared man can never win that's why I stay clockin
Fools be huffin and puffin don't wanna see me about nothin I'm down
And if you ever need me Fly I'll be around

[chorus: sampled from the Spinners "I'll Be Around]
Whenever you call me I'll be there
Whenever you want me I'll be there
Whenever you need me I'll be there
I'll be around

[talking]
Cause I'll be around you know I love you boy

Life ain't based on peaches and cream
This new generation lost a whole lot of dreams
Future doctors, producers and mothers
The list goes on but now we killin our brothers
And if we killin our brothers that means we're killin our own kind
These kids is watchin now it goes to their mind
Rat tat a tat cause you got a gat
Then they want a gat you livin like that?
Moms ain't cookin she worked the week straight
If anything she's the one that deserves a hot plate
The ghetto the ghetto ain't nothin to dream about
Tryin to get out now that's somethin to think about
Fools might disagree but I'm a stay sucka free
Now I'm so black so strong they can't fade me
Blacks are blacks worst enemy there's still no remedy
You got me for a grip do you call yourself kin of me?
Jealousy envy I see it in your eyes
Tell me what's wrong with seeing a black man rise
I keep it funky it's pretty hard to miss it now is it explicit
A message for the mind and the moral of statistics
So I'm doin what we call a roll call
Talkin about the ones who won't rap then take a downfall
I spit the street life and then I go underground
You silly it's called versatility and I'll be around

[chorus]

[Talking]
Yeah all you bustas yeah I was down but I'll be around

Things are gettin crucial you gotta exercise your mind
Or learn about life before you're left behind
But how you gonna get it right when you're not doin right
When you get mad all you want is a gunfight
This tension causes a gang of madness
Now you want funk that results to sadness
Sadness results to a lot of revenge
And you're so called friends really ain't you're friends
So how do you know who you're able to trust
If you think about the past look what happened to us
I never trust no one I only trust myself
Or I would've been a victim like everyone else
In friendship or hardship whenever you need me
Just give me a call G I won't deceive thee
These fools be shakin best believe they're fakin
Just tryin to get a grip of all the money you're makin
This ain't race a mind is a terrible thing to waste
I drop the rap and J drops the bass
To the flow cause ain't nobody get with Fo
I'm a down young brother comin straight outta Frisco
Droppin a message out of love to your town
Love your brothers and sisters and I'll be around

[chorus]