(feat. Chaundon) 



[Phonte:] 

Ya'll know what time it is 

And Justus for All 

Little Brother 

It's that time again 

Time to get loose 

Time to give it to em' 

We gon' keep doin' our thing 

Get it right to the people 

Yeah, let's get it goin' 



Yo, give the drummer some, Pipe down, give the plummer some 

You are checking out the number one 

Assassinator of lame ducks 

Phontigga got the game fucked like a cummerbun 

Young C, we got another one 

Giving these niggaz another run for their money 

I'm the crap table when them dice get hot 

Phonte doin' shock, put your money on the spot 

People wanna ask Tay, "Why you so mad?" 

I say it's because comfortable niggaz like you ain't made enough 

The war for our minds, just intensifies 

We got bigger fish to fry, nigga so +batter+ up 

We on the battlefield with the monster, man 

Pretty soon your own thoughts gonna be contraband 

They can harass, abuse, and try to knock us 

As long as we got breath, man, they can't stop us 



[Interlude: Phonte] 

A dedication to all the DJs keepin our music alive 

All the people wantin' real Hip-Hop all over the world 

As long as we out here doing out thing 

They won't be able to shut us down, baby 

This what we do, man 

It's who we are, it's us, right here 



[Chaundon:] 

Fuck out of here, I just started gettin' mine 

Niggaz got they hands out like an All State sign 

Where were they when I was down on me luck 

Now the beggin' for change, them niggaz came wit a sqwuigy and a cup 

Another one is bitin' the dust; tables turned 

I'm the man now, bitches fightin' over to fuck 

See the best in New York is in the South 

I gained a few pounds, no the overweight love is in the house 

Shades on, I'm ready to stunt; Ladies love me 

you couldn't pay a broad enough money to front 

Not a chance, this nigga is nice; I was a "Thriller" 

way before Michael Jackson teamed up with Vincent Price 

You mad and you ready to fight? 

I'm buffin your face on sides til you resemeble a knife 

You lost twice, lick your wounds and bounce 

Chaundon it was a winner's name when it was announced 



[Rapper Big Pooh:] 

Some say I ain't reach my peak 

Most niggaz max out after one year in the street 

So you made a little tape, got a little pay 

Nigga think he straight, til' he taste defeat 

I see you in the mall next week, not a peep 

Sellin' back change, cuz your ass can't eat 

Listen, the game ain't built for the weak 

Hammurabi Code, we don't turn the other cheek 

The most consistent, the most complete 

And still I got niggaz tryna play me cheap 

That ain't a good look, you ain't heard I'm a good cook 

And keep plenty recipes in my rap book 

Most shook when they hear my name 

It must be the skill, cuz I'm lacking the fame 

There's plenty of areas, where I could place the blame 

I wouldn't be a man if I asked for change 



[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh] 

I'd like to thank, all of the people 

That's been ridin' and supportin' Little Brother 

For the past five, six years 

Also wanna thank all them hatin' muh'fuckers 

That's been downin' us for the past five, six years 

Ha, I love it, ha, I love it