(We back at it!)





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 and 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 cain't spin 'er

But that's later thinkin, I'm up later drinkin

I'm tryna come up on the beat that I can sink my teeth in

I get busy, "What shit was HE on? "

Poobie "prime time" get it shine like De-ion

I'm cold-blooded, you can call me Fre-on

Got a couple stripes homie, I'm no d-on

You seem concern with everything I be on

Album three's comin, bitch nigga now be warned!





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 say H-O-J, we back at it)

(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)





My son love to said it, gun unsympathetic

Ones that ever dis-cuss, too much distrust

Went from rock fight to pickin brick up

Stick boards to stick-ups

Playin cops and robbers to hatin cops and robbin

Monopoly to the money and the power

Playin in the rain to playin with bitches in the shower

Bicycles to flossin Coupes with chrome to 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 Seinfield

From, "you ain't fresh", to "y'all don't rhyme I'll"

From two turntables and a microphone

To weak niggaz livin off hype alone

'Mega here, niggaz scared like Tyson's home

And I still got my license, homes...

(Ay, yo yo...)





I hear the people talkin all of the time

Sayin we out of they league, they must be outta they mind

You betta know somethin

(I say 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 cain't walk the walk

When it's time, you betta show somethin

(I say H-O-J, we back at it) Yes, yes...

(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)





I see 'em whisperin, sayin that we 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 sayin, "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, back drop, next stop the coroner

Body count now around three hunnid

Don't know how many ways I can tell you we run it

Witout bein redundant, niggaz scared to top me

Callin fours posse like we on Teen Summit

But this ain't a talk show, and I ain't yo guest star

Even on our worst day, you know who the best are

Tay is not the one to test par, 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, it's so extraordinary"

Give you a peak into my intimate thoughts

Givin these I-lliter-ate niggaz where all the fuckin coronaries

You ain't gotta worry who the next man is

Work your own grind, use it to your ad-vantage

Sensitive ass niggaz stop bein so {? }

Phontigga that nigga, and yes he's back at, UH!