(Phote) We spent the last year rhymes doing shows and chopping records And all around the world to spread the message ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my team We only sleep on the 32nd DJ's dissin' the album before they it Dealin' with their and program directors And even though I try not to it Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not the effort
(Rapper Big Pooh) Naw but I let it Put a on my team's hustle for a second Poobie it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes can't say It was only time for we spoke out Plenty nights ahead I suggest you get your coats out No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that up doubt And it moving
(Hook) Seems whatever I do Its not for you I paid the and gave you my all But you still want I'm still right here But it so unfair I sacrifice and give you my life But you want more
(Phonte) Been a long time But damn we just it So to discuss so frustrated Yes, I must say that the lost touch Radio better play this, 'cause style is nuts And y'alls is dated Its in the making When I write its for all of N.C., me the state pen And now I'm making my name for those who hate I'm my claim just like Nationwide Radio, them suckas never us Took our wax to the and they straight played us That's how the game got And now they sayin' we're at fault the San Andreas
(Rapper Big Pooh) And still to play us But not the record or disc I got a fire burning deep that not be extinguished I mean from the depths of my soul People no more mind talk let my take control (ohhhhh)
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- Listen to this, just listen to - Uh, now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you what you want - Just listen to this, just to this - I'm you, you, you, and all of you in the back and in the in the front, come on
(Rapper Big Pooh) Homie, this here is I'm speaking on this thing now forever stained in the banks of my memory You probably like, running this, b' But naw, I'll we'll ever be Its funny cats remember me And don't cause we all here that its gonna be all we Or all love, its all to mask them emotions with pounds and hugs No I say gotta make'em pay 'Cause I'm tired of getting in the worst way just wait Them chips on my shoulder attached When my catch up Pooh's never turning back
(Phonte) Yo I ain't never heard a act to blow and go Then come back home and still be called And when we the people they all front Dope beats, dope rhymes what more do want (shout it out)
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