We Got Now (feat. Chaundon)

Ye-yeah, one more time, one last number

Chaundon, where you at, ****?

It's the future right here, man

We starting it right now

Let's get it going, Big Pooh, uh

My attitude real shitty, temper short

My mind cluttered like the streets of New York

I ain't tryna take a L, cause I casually fought

This shit real serious, not casual sport

Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts

And I'm speeding through life, and my car in park

And even in the day, sometimes it's dark

And that cloud hovering low is not the worst part

Second guessing yourself, tryna remain sharp

See, **** blowing up who ain't got your spark, uh

And that alone is a burden to carry

Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried

And rap keep plenty room in the cemetery

Pull out your Blackberry's, change your itineraries

I mean, you could be the shit today

Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away

And, homie, on the real, ain't nothing you can say

That's why I work hard now, got later to lay

In the sands on the beach, mixing drinks with Belvé

The world gon' remember my name, motherfuckers

Now they heard all of your songs and peeped you from the side

And watched your videos and seen the car you drive

(Chill) And we know what to expect, my ****

Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my ****

But they heard all of our songs and peeped us from the side

And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind

(Chill) And this is how we get down, motherfuckers

We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

I tried to work with ****, don't wanna jerk them ****

But everybody running round thinking they murderers

Gave birth to ****, and when I burp them ****

They spit up old lines that I fed to them earlier

And this is what the state of hip-hop is like

I'm thinking, damn, this cannot be right

And I agree that everybody's a biter

But if you Xerox the style, then that's infringing on my copy, right?

It's the bottom of the ninth with no extra innings

And we all in the game tryna collect our pennants

And from the old school, I'm a direct descendant

And y'all can feel it at the end of each and every sentence

'Cause underground rap is just incense and gimmicks

An image they phone in for ten cents a minute

I knew that since I entered the rap game, my style

Would have **** taking it back, but what about now?

I think about the youth and how their minds are so closed

'Cause now Rap City look like Video Soul

And that's a sad state of affairs, but no need to despair

'Cause we the next ones that's taking it there, ya know

Now they heard all of your songs and peeped you from the side

And watched your videos and seen the cars you drive

(Chill) And we know what to expect, my ****

Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my ****

But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side

And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind

(Chill) And this is how we get down, motherfuckers

We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

A note to my opponents, yeah, I got now

And I always got next cause I seize every moment

I'm an opportunist with ambition

Keep an eye on that number one spot before it wind up missing

And the heart of this being is the art of emceeing

I feel I'm God with the flow 'cause people started believing, huh

So what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?

Twist hoes, leave 'em knock kneed, smile for paparazzi

This is how I get down

Got a crib in every hood, so I'm always the hottest **** in town

Hate it or love it, who fucking with our music?

Yeah, y'all **** are the shit when it comes to bowel movements

Pooh showed and proved it, can't sleep on his game

'Te converted all the currency with Foreign Exchange

Up next to rock the booth is a rapper named Chaundon

The Bronx Borough President with No Excuses

Doubting me is foolish, don't ask who produced this

Knowing damn well only 9th can do this, huh

It's no secret, Leo even know

When me and Little Brother flow, it's guaranteed another video

Now they heard all of your songs and peeped you from the side

And watched your videos and seen the car you drive

(Chill) And we know what to expect, my ****

Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my ****

But they heard all of our songs and peeped us from the side

And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind

(Chill) And this is how we get down, motherfuckers

We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

On behalf of myself Phonte, Big Pooh, and 9th Wonder

And the whole cast of The Minstrel Show

I wanna thank ya'll for watching this shit

I ain't gon' front, only reason I took this job is 'cause I need the money

I don't need, yo, I ain't gon' front

I don't give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg, I, I gotta be real

Y'all really wanna know how I feel about The Minstrel Show?

Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN?

These goddamn crackers get on my motherfuck-