We Got Now

Ye-yeah, one more time, one last number

Chaundon, where you at, nigga?

It's the future right here, man

We startin' it right now, let's get it goin', Big Pooh, uh

My attitude real shitty, temper short

My mind cluttered like the streets of New York

I ain't tryin' to take a "L" 'cause I casually fought

This shit, real serious not casual sport

Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts

And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park

And even in the day sometimes it's dark

And that cloud hoverin' low is not the worst part

Second guessin' yourself, tryin' to remain sharp

See niggas blowin' up, who ain't got yo, spark, uh

And that alone is a burden to carry

Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried

And rap keep plenty room in the cemetery

Pull out your Blackberry's, change yo itineraries

I mean you could be the shit today

Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away

And homey, on the real, ain't nothin' you can say

That's why I work hard now, got later to lay

In the sands on the beach, mixin' drinks wit Belvy

The world gon' remember my name, motherfuckers

Now they heard some of yo' songs and peeped you from the side

And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive

Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga

Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my nigga

But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side

And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind

Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers

We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

I tried to work with niggas, don't wanna jerk them niggas

But everybody runnin' around thinkin' they murderers

Gave birth to niggas and when I burp them niggas

The spit up old lines that I fed to them earlier

And this is what the state of hip-hop is like

I'm thinkin', "Damn, this cannot be right"

And I agree that everybody's a biter but if you Xerox the style

Then that's infringin' on my copy, right?

It's the bottom of the 9th with no extra innings

And we all in the game tryin' to collect our pennants

And from the old school, I'm a direct descendant

And y'all can feel it at the end of each and every sentence

'Cause underground rap is just incense and gimmicks

An image, they phone in for ten cents a minute

I knew that since I entered, the rap game, my style

Would have niggas takin' it back but what about now?

I think about the youth and how their minds are so closed

'Cause now "Rap City" look like "Video Soul"

And that's a sad state of affairs but no need to despair

'Cause we the next ones that's takin' it there, ya know

Now they heard some of yo songs and peeped you from the side

And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive

Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga

Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my nigga

But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side

And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind

Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers

We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

A note to my opponents, yeah, I got now

And I always got next 'cause I seize every moment

I'm an opportunist with ambition, keep an eye

On that number one spot before it wind up missin'

And the heart of this being is the art of MC-in'

I feel I'm God with the flow 'cause people started believin'

Huh, so what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?

Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead, smile for paparazzi

This is how I get down, got a crib in every hood

So I'm always the hottest nigga in town

Hate it or love it, who fuckin' with our music?

Yeah, y'all niggas are the shit when it comes to bowel movements

Pooh showed and proved it, can't sleep on his game

'Te converted all the currency with foreign exchange

Up next to rock the booth is a rapper named Chaundon

The Bronx Borough President with "No Excuses"

Doubtin' me is foolish, don't ask who produced this

Knowin' damn well only 9th can do this, huh

It's no secret, Lyor even know

When me and Little Brother flow, it's guaranteed another video

Now they heard some of yo songs and peeped you from the side

And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive

Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga

Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my nigga

But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side

And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind

Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers

We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

On behalf of myself, Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder

And the whole cast of 'The Minstrel Show'

I wanna thank y'all for watchin' this shit

I ain't gon' front, only reason I took this job

'Cause I need the money, I don't need, yo, I ain't gon' front

I don't give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg, I-I gotta be real

Y'all really wanna know how I feel about 'The Minstrel Show'?

Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN?

These goddamn crackers get on my motherfuck