[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh]
H.O.J. – gyeah, gyeah, we back at it!
[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
Uh, and like that I'm back at it to win
Rapper Pooh, muh'fucker, don't ask again
So what I'm from the South? I don't "snap" with trends
I'm tryna fill my backpack, to the top with ends
Wanna ride real low, drive slow in the Benz
Play a lil' D-Brock, put 'em on to some skins
When you done, pass that broad right back to yo' friends
It ain't no fun if the homies can't spin 'er
But that's later thinkin', I'm up later drinkin'
I'm tryna come up on a beat that I can sink my teeth in
I get busy, "What shit was HE on?"
Pooh be "prime time," get his shine like De-ion
I'm cold-blooded, you can call me Fre-on
Got a couple stripes, homie, I'm no pe-on
You seem concerned with everything I be on
Album three's comin', bitch nigga, now be warned!
[Chorus: Phonte, (Big Pooh)]
I hear the people talkin' all of the time
Sayin' "We out of they league," they must be outta they mind
They betta know somethin'
(I said H.O.J., we back at it)
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)
[Verse 2: Cormega, (Phonte)]
My sons love to set it, guns unsympathetic
Ones I never discuss, too much distrust
Went from rock fights to pickin' bricks up
Stickball to stick-ups
Playin' 'Cops and Robbers', to hatin' cops, and robbers
'Monopoly' to the money and the power
Playin' in the rain, to playin' with bitches in the shower
Bicycles, to fly 6 Coupes with chrome too bright to view
From blue Icee's to the ice that's blue
From suede Puma to suede New Balance, 'Good Times' to 'Martin'
Water guns to the nines we sparkin'
From George Jefferson, to George on 'Seinfeld'
From "you ain't fresh," to "y'all don't rhyme ill"
From two turntables and a microphone
To weak niggas livin' off hype alone
'Mega here, niggas scared like Tyson's home
And I still got my license, holmes...
(Ay, yo yo...)
[Chorus: Phonte, (Big Pooh)]
I hear the people talkin' all of the time
Sayin' "We out of they league," they must be outta they mind
They betta know somethin'
(I said H.O.J., we back at it)
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)
Yo, they think it's all a sport
Wanna talk the talk, but can't walk the walk
When it's time, you betta show somethin'
(I said H-O-J, we back at it) Yes, yes...
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)
[Verse 3: Phonte]
I see 'em whisperin, saying that "he fallin' off"
And in his own town, treated like a foreigner
And that's the reason I ain't had any R&R
'Cause these nights I'm "Remembering" like Shalamar
My own team saying, "Nigga, you should go for yours"
We underground, but fuck it – rule 'em like overlords
'Cause they ain't see a nigga creepin' through the corridor
All black backdrop, next stop the coroner
Body count now around three hunnid
Don't know how many ways I can tell you we run it
Witout being redundant, niggas scared to top me
Callin four his posse, like we on 'Teen Summit'
But this ain't a talk show, and I ain't ya guest star
Even on our worst day, you know who the best are
Tay is not the one to test, pa
X marks the spot, you a target – good night and God bless y'all
Silly white folks say, "He speak so well
'Cause he got a way with words that's so extraordinary"
Give you a peek into my intimate thoughts
Givin' these illiterate niggas our art of fuckin' culinary
You ain't gotta worry who the next man is
Work your own grind, use it to your advantage
Sensitive ass niggas stop bein' so Tresvant-ish
Phontigga that nigga, and yes, he's back at – UH!
[Chorus: Phonte, (Big Pooh)]
I hear the people talkin' all of the time
Sayin' "We out of they league," they must be outta they mind
They betta know somethin'
(I said H.O.J., we back at it) Yes, yes – c'mon
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)
Yo, they think it's all a sport
Wanna talk the talk, but can't walk the walk
When it's time, you betta show somethin'
(I said H.O.J., we back at it) Yes, yes...
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) C'mon
[Outro: Phonte]
Little Brother
And my man Cormega
Whatup!
Shoutout to my nigga Buckwild
What's goin' on?
H.O.J., D.I.T.C., Queensbridge collaboration
Shout to my nigga 'Mega – the respect is mutual, nigga, for real
Uh! C'mon
