[Hook] [Phonte]
It goes work that body for all my n***as
5 star generals and y'all beginners
Rock on my n***as, get it on my n***as
[Verse One] [Phonte]
Mr. Get Busy
Mr. So Damn Nit Picky
Circle you squares till I get dizzy
And bum rush your whole spot
My raps slap box with robots like Sam Witwicky
I Left It All Behind now I'm taking my sh** with me
Gave you a chance to shine not it's time that we gritty
And we can rhyme, go line for line, I got plenty of time
You can stay all day like Miss Milly
You rap n***as k** me
It's just to much for me
Fathered a style, then I gave up custody
Until reluctantly
My fam reminded, there's so many words that can't no n***a f** with me
Such disgust
So many things I can dis-cuss
And lames that I can distrust
Touch, the radio sometimes to see what I might have missed
And from the sound of things, I ain't miss much
My n***a P said, "Take your time
It's like planets when they align
Hell you ain't even gotta rhyme."
Not boasting but I can coast it
Especially when n***as still tripping off the stuff we did in '99
But Tigga ain't a coward
And still my pride just can't allow it
So I'm gonna spit for the many dozens
Fans that kept a n***a hot when a n***a wasn't
And straight kept a n***a fed when a n***a struggling
Survived shut downs, break ups and Benny budgets
Surprised that I lived to tell any of it
This joint tip, but I'm anointing
So any shots this way about as pointless as titty f**ing
Whoa son, you're doing it a** backwards
Tay spit fire from here to Grand Rapids
Michigan
Me and 9th, two of God's instruments
And when we get together, n***a call it band practice
"We have a band, that's all you need!"
[Hook] [Phonte]
It goes work that body for all my n***as
5 star generals and y'all beginners
Rock on my n***as, get it on my n***as
Work that body for all my n***as
5 star generals and y'all beginners
Rock on my n***as, get it on my n***as