We Got Now Little Brother (Ft. Chaundon)
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[Intro: Phonte]
Ye-yeah! One more time, one last number..
Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
We startin' it right now...Let's get it goin', Big Pooh, UH!
[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
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 speedin through life wit my car in park
And, even in the day sometimes it's dark
And that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggas blowin up who ain't got yo 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 yo itineraries
I mean, you could be the shit today
Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away!
And homey 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, mixin drinks wit Belvy
The world gon' remember my name, muh'fuckers!
Ye-yeah! One more time, one last number..
Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
We startin' it right now...Let's get it goin', Big Pooh, UH!
[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
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 speedin through life wit my car in park
And, even in the day sometimes it's dark
And that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggas blowin up who ain't got yo 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 yo itineraries
I mean, you could be the shit today
Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away!
And homey 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, mixin drinks wit Belvy
The world gon' remember my name, muh'fuckers!
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