Yo, it s your neighbor from across the hall, man.
I just want to holla at you for a minute.

Here we are in the apartment corridor,
"Dorian, right? Yeah, I been meaning to speak to you.
I don't get up in my neighbors business normally, right,
But, yo, these thin-ass walls got everything leakin' through.
Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for the weed smoke,
But I can t hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please don t."
And it's not once or twice, but every damn night.
Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right.
Now man to man, I can understand
They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out.
But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em
Ain t nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman, boy?
I can tell that my presence was painful.
Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle.
His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around.
He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down."

Yo, you don t even know me motherfucker, ya know wha I m sayin . I m from Chicago and shit. You re talkin to me all crazy, you better slow your motherfuckin roll, Homie. That s all I know right there, shit.

See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet.
Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went and got it.
Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized
But little boys ain't really used to bein' criticized.
First off scooter, take the bass out your voice.
I'm respectful with mine and, yo, you makin' a choice, here.
And understand it's only once that I warn you.
Man make a move, make a threat, I'll make it rain knuckles on you.
I ain't a woman or a baby, dawg, I'm out of your league.
My wife heard us gettin' loud, so she's prayin' for peace.
She stuck her head down on some keep your temper shit.
Little man gon' say, "Over there's your door, mind your business bitch."
Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed.
It seemed that he invited my right fist to a party on his left cheek.
I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted,
But arrived a half a second early right cross, connected.
Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him.
Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in him.
Little man could make moves that I couldn't.
He cut and tried to foot it. Now how should I put it?
I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase,
Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place:
Airport style, the second one take off, the next one land.
Learn some respect young man.
He glanced down for the brick on the ground.
Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown.
He's in the jaws of the most turbulent blitz in the world.
So, fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight, try hittin' the ground.
I said, somebody need to beat your ass,
And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half.
And while his melon swell up, a police cruiser pull up.
He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up,
Ready to protect and serve.
And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves.
He helped the wife-beater stand up,
But not before he helped Brother Ali into some handcuffs.
And you can imagine my surprise,
When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes
And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man.
Damn that was not the plan...