Posdnuos - People (Remix) lyrics

[Rapper Big Pooh] High school geek, small town freak No matter where you go everybody's unique Some people peak, and some choose to sneak Products from their job, the man call it stealing Records not appealing, brown-noser squealing n***as in the box staring blank at the ceiling Magazine pictures turn permanent fixtures We call it gatherings, they call it mixers Elevator music, wine, crackers, cheese Somebody uncle house, liquor and some Ds Blacks and degrees, still unemployed Money in abundance never fill the void And not knowing mommy, not knowing daddy Kids everywhere go through this pain sadly Panhandlers gladly accept loose change Tell me you ain't thinking that you see the same thangs To church bring confession, money and a scandal The Lord never give you anything you can't handle Ends of the candle, both burning bright You working all day, rapping all night Rapping on site, not getting n***as deals As MySpace hits and YouTube keep it real Tell 'em how you feel, judge bang the gavel Fortune 500 companies unravel Couples play scrabble, babies play rattles Frats swing paddles, sold as a rafter Author pen chapters, pastor preach raptures People tip cows while they sleeping in the pastures My pastime is to write rhymes My homeboy went to school now he fight crime When these n***as can't deal, turn to white lines I know you thinking to yourself, these are our times Bring Hip Hop back! [Posdnuos] People, people, you got to get over 'fore we go under, drowned in a blunder My name Wonder Architect of the one-six park feel With honest thoughts to spill I took control to grab hold of my sk** Sprayed on some lime like glow to DeVille East math too, had to wash some of it off So not to meet up with the ski mask crew That's how people do Smile in your face, scheme on your place Kids by the curb mixing in their words A whole bunch of potty language (what else?) Girls throw a whole bunch of body language (for who?) Me and you n***a (hahh!) we sh**ting all over each other Tryna prove who stacks bigger Everybody's laughing, so my girl rose up asking What the hell am I doing? I told her these young girls I ain't out here pursuing, but her blood's brewing So she calls me a liar, now she hates me Sort of how she hate pairing up white socks that's straight out the dryer