(Give me some, give me some) uh (Yeah) (Give me some) uh (Give me some, give me some, give me some) Don't shoot (Give me some, give me some, give me some, give me some) Don't shoot gangsters (don't shoot gangsters) Don't shoot gangsters (don't shoot gangsters) Don't shoot (give me some) Don't shoot gangster (don't shoot gangsters) You are him (you are him) And he is you (and hе is you) (Give me some) Don't kill a messenger Am I snitching when the police commissioner, my friend? Am I a player when me and the mayor hang and tap in? Just a grown man tryna see how to change the community 'Cause all I see is, mama's crying, reading eulogies Thinking 'bout, everything her baby could've grew to be Speaking unity for years, but face scrutiny He weird, one day Esco be rapping 'bout shootin' me Next day he say "And I can", he been confusin' me Don't wet that I advise you to find, I don't just rap Look around, every town like a death trap Out of his mind, put a nine to his neck tat And it went plat-plat, now we set back And I'm scratchin' my head under my Mets cap With the new Klan but wearin' jet black I don't know how much I can stress that Where the checks at? (Give me some) Don't shoot gangsters (don't shoot gangsters) Don't shoot gangsters (don't shoot gangsters) Don't shoot (don't shoot) (Give me some) Don't shoot gangster (don't shoot gangster) You are him (you are him) And he is you (and he is you) Don't kill a messenger (Give me some) Pop, pop a bottle in my Nautica Bill Russell jersey, solid and sturdy, Stevie's harmonica In my head With a Wilhelmina model tucked The Benz is red, blue one that's Javi's shit It's obvious these Emotional rollercoaster ass niggas, please And most of these guys are supposed to have male tendencies I aimlessly, speak vengeance, on M-P-3s Percocet addiction that could be your E-N-D Your mindset is your vaccine for every disease Illness, affliction, sneeze The pollen has got in your body's diaphragm Chest, eye exam, the disease kings get We see it like an MRI scan I show you how to move when these dudes be lyin' in coupes Flyin' the suits fire the crew full of riders, loophole finders Don't kill a messenger Shorty, don't shoot (the messenger) Look in the mirror You got a big life ahead of you You are your own cure for your King's Disease You gotta look inside to cure that You got all the answers Imagine no man shot for the next ten years No man killed for the next thirty years Think about how much we will attain And no I do not really know the police commissioner But shit, I'll talk to anybody About saving lives