[Chorus: Pop & Deen] Friends, how many have 'em? How long before they split like atoms? Don't ask me, but what I do stand behind Is someone havin your back, seems hard to find You know the line, "Don't judge the book by its cover" Read every page cause the n***a's my brother But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's life Is always upgraded (so open the book!) [Pop] (Alright, business. Page 9, right?) Yo, sun's out so momma's first son's up Between me and Deen, I'm the first one up Ready to grind, always on time For any interview, face-to-face, even online Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through The door groggy, last night foggy, so unprofessional! [Deen] What? You wanna hold a congressional hearing on this sh**? C'mon, Pop, quit! [Pop] This is how we is when it comes to the biz Off-point, off-centered And when you point it out, he gets ill-tempered Promoter of the show's pissed cause the spot had a curfew But Hurricane Whitter blew through And made the mess of the date (Yeah, I got here late, and?) We only did four songs, 'spose to do more songs Now Ken-Du dealin with the riot and the venue, yeah [Chorus] [Deen] (Crazy.. got this sh** right here, on page 63) Aiyyo, little kid's sis' insists she knows me Backstage access, aspiring actress She gon' be the candidate to get this caucus Of course my campaign is interrupted Jacob's fury, he's wearing a helmet Penile pad like he's Mr. co*kney I ain't buyin it, he can't sell it I'll redial Madlock, the verdict is sloppy We used to split the rations, trios manages But now I got a private car parked garages All on my front seat, he playin like bumper cars (I think yo' b**h likes me!) n***a she's neither one of ours He on the b**h strong so I'ma play pa**ive Now she sayin she gotta go home - you ba*tard! Damn, I'm in the gooddamn dirt like a shovel Outta work with a pay stub and earnin no love [Chorus] [Pop] (Oh yeah I'll open the book! Yeah let me open it for you I'll turn to the page for you motherf**er It's right here! Look right here!) It's like the harmonica sounds of black clouds around Word around the campfire you said I'm a tramp buyer n***a, I don't pay for hoes Unlike you who disappears for days for hoes! [Deen] Well here go Captain Paper-Frozen, Salad-That's-Frosty The only dude in the group with a personal glossy Personal transport, champion hand sport Caught him yankin the cord, this dude is boss [Pop] And the Lord won't save us even though we need saving Can't even wrestle it, now it's all desolate Like B.B. said, "The thrill is dead" And the afterlife, it's trife to stay in the red [Deen] But I'm stayin ahead, one lesson to thank you Stow a skunk in the street cred and one in the bank too Far gone but ain't far enough to see through Word is you did a solo album with your people But life ain't that Pop, you ain't no show stopper Send the boys over to crown you when- [Pop] Hey what the f** you just say? Yo stop the tape! Yo, WHAT THE fu*k YOU JUST SAY?! [Deen] n***a, I said what you heard! [Pop] Oh, uh-huh.. please... And WHAT THE fu*k DID I JUST HEAR? [Deen] Oh, it's like that Pop? ...It's on now