Intro Phonte


Y'know, ev'rybody was askin me.


After you quit your job... whatchu do?


Uh...

Walked outta Belk like, I was feelin brand new


Something I never felt like, I had been emancipated


And it seem strange but deep down I know it felt right


Back to the crib, I went to tell my girl


And she just looked at me like, "Nigga, I already knew"


So we packed up the Nissan and went to Maryland


For the holidays, my son was bout to be two


Fresh out of a job, what's a nigga to do?


So I called Beni B., he shot niggas some loot


So thankful to God that I was able to pay rent


Met Kev Brown, did the "Can't Stay Away" shit


Went back home with out pockets buttnaked


Times got tight, we ain't know if we would make it


Met with the label who decide that now we


We'll do the first Little Brother tour through Cali


Maaaan! Shit was whack as hell


We was for "The Big Throwdown" like Levert


Me, Pooh, 9th, I.D., and Malachi


In the crowdedass van filled with uglyass Tshirts


Dealin with the label drove Tiggalo bizzerk


So when we got home, I put my foot on the flo'


Said, "I ain't doin this management shit no mo'"


Gave the call to my nigga Big Dho, let's get it


We started makin money doin some travelin


But at home, my family life was steady unravelin


Me and ol' girl wasn't seein eye to eye


Just shackin up, layin thigh to thigh


Not in love, just "Fakin Jax" like InI


She said, "Baby, you know I'll go through the wall for you"


But when I stepped off the plane back from Portugal


She was gone  fuck it, y'all niggas heard "All For You"


Came back to the crib, had to pack all my shit up


Cause that's when we did our first tour with Hiero


Seem like everyday them niggas stay high tho'


I love y'all, thanks for teachin us how to grind, yo


Came off the road with my name wellrespected


Hit the studio, me and Nic finished "Connected"


Money in my pocket and a new apartment


And on top of that  now the major labels is watchin


Heeeey! It was the top of '04


And everythang seem to be movin in slomo


Niggaz wanted a deal so bad, they can taste it


But everyday, it seem like it would be a nogo


With a palm that's sweaty and hand that's jittery


Signed, to Atlantic and the rest is misery


Oops!  fraudulent slip, I mean the rest is history


I"m just still a little hot, excuse my niggery


In the middle of makin "The Minstrel Show"


We was out one night, saw this thang that caught my eye


I like the way that she danced, like the way that she moved


Fly conversation and the way she thought was fly


She moved in and we got real close


And I can see that she was way above average


So we tied the knot, and my second son dropped


About, six weeks after the album did


Y'all niggas know the rest, I won't bore you widdit


"Minstrel Show" came and went; we went to war with critics


They said, "We wouldn't make it as a twoman team"


But this is part of a twoman dream


That I had in my heart since I walked out the store


That's what I did with my next day, whatchu gon' do with YOURS?


Whatchu gon' do with YOURS?