[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh]
Rapper Pooh's in the motherf**in buildin
Phonte's in the buildin, Joe Scudda's in the buildin
DJ Babu's on the motherf**in BEAT!
From NC, to LA
"Regulatin this game, f** a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'mma split your sh** in!"
[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
Here we go, yo n***as tryna box me in
How the f** am I suppose to win?
Bruh, Poobie stay cool like I'm West Coast pimpin with Schwinn
I'mma keep doin me, I just pimp with a pen
Til the day that I reach my end
I'mma always do me first, f**er 'fore I let you in
Ronnie J. is my next-to-kin, and to be frank
Muh'f**ers I ain't take it from him (take it from him)
I done been criticize, critique to stone
Even had people tell me I should leave it alone
How you gon throw rocks, but you don't want the throne
Try and keep a n***a outta his zone
You ain't never wrote a rap in your life
Or even had the balls to put yourself on the mic
But you talk about ME?
If I talk about you, you won't buy my CDs'
I'm talkin 'bout y'all, tell me what it's gon be
WHAT?!
[Hook: Darien Brockington]
(Holla, holla, holla, holla)
I'm just huuuuman
I'm onnnnly a maaaaaaaan...
And I'm doooooin the best that I caaaaan, yeah...
I was yooooou, would you pleeeease understand, yeah...
{"Regulatin this game, f** a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'mma split your sh** in
[Verse 2: Joe Scudda]
Yeah, J-O
Aiyyo I'm sick of all the whinin and the b**hin
I swear you act like a bunch of ladies
Cause all you every do is cry like a bunch of babies
Do you really think that y'all opinion with Joe will switch my flow?
You f**in crazy
You done fell down and bumped your head
You can s** my dick, that's what the f** Joe said
Simple and plain, I wanted you to catch that sh**
I said it, I meant it, so NO I don't regret that sh**
But I still got fans that keep it real with Joe
They love my co*ky persona and the ignorant flow
They say, "f** 'em, get ignorant Joe"
My manager told me to murder everything, so I'm k**in 'em Dho
And I'on't really give a f** if you quote my sh**
But it's me, and I should know cause I wrote my sh**
Guess this game, truly is the gift and a curse
You said you hate me so I KNOW you gon love this verse, what?!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Phonte]
Peace to D.P.'s and Alchemist
And this is dedicated to them ba*tard which
Gave me and the crew they a** to kiss
That's why I'm bout to be reborn, this verse is just a Braxton-Hicks
(C'mon) Just imagine if, you spend your whole life working hard
And still had n***as hatin and frontin
Everybody, yeah they own your sh**, but got they bones to pick
Like we was playin Operation or sumthin
Maybe then you might lose it, get a little madder
Wanna choke a n***a, maybe slap a cracka
Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like
"f** these rap geeks, I'm rhymin wit Project Pat-a"
I know that's probably too much for y'all
I can tell all the nerves that I'm touchin on
I'm just stayin on my grind like bicuspids, dawg
I ain't got time to f** wit y'all, I'm doin ME, c'mon
[Hook]