(Phote) We spent the last year rhymes doing shows and chopping records And traveled all around the world to spread the 'Cause ain't no rest for the when it comes to my team We sleep on December the 32nd DJ's dissin' the before they check it Dealin' with managers and program directors And though I try not to stress 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 can't say nothing It was time for we finally spoke out Plenty cold ahead I suggest you get your coats out No time to stand here lips poked out we to closeout that stored up doubt And it moving
(Hook) Seems whatever I do Its not for you I the cost and gave you my all But you still want I'm still right here But it seems so That I sacrifice and give you my But you still more
(Phonte) a long time comin' But damn we just it So much to so frustrated Yes, I must say that the lost touch Radio better play this, 'cause style is nuts And y'alls is just Its in the making When I its for all of N.C., call me the state pen And now I'm making my name for those who hate I'm Staking my just like Nationwide Radio, them suckas play us Took our wax to the station and they played us That's how the game got And now sayin' we're at fault like the San Andreas
(Rapper Big Pooh) And trying to play us But not spin the or disc I got a fire burning deep will not be extinguished I mean this from the depths of my People no more mind talk let my take control (ohhhhh)
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- Listen to this, just to this - Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you what you - listen to this, just listen to this - I'm talking you, you, you, and all of you in the and in the in the front, come on
(Rapper Big Pooh) Homie, this here is I'm speaking on this pitiful That's now forever stained in the of my memory You probably like, 'they this, b' But naw, I'll doubt we'll be Its funny don't remember me And don't think cause we all 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 I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the worst way just wait Them on my shoulder getting attached When my catch up Pooh's never turning back
(Phonte) Yo I ain't never heard a act to blow and go come back home and still be called local And when we the people they all front Dope beats, dope rhymes more do y'all want (shout it out)
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