Phonte - Can't Stop Us lyrics

[Phonte] Ya'll know what time it is And Justus for All Little Brother It's that time again Time to get loose Time to give it to em' We gon' keep doin' our thing Get it right to the people Yeah, let's get it goin' Yo, give the drummer some, Pipe down, give the plummer some You are checking out the number one Assa**inator of lame ducks Phontigga got the game tucked like a cumberbund Young C, we got another one Giving these n***as another run for their money I'm the crap table when them dice get hot Phonte the sure shot you put your money on People wanna ask Tay, "Why you so mad?" I say it's because comfortable n***as like you ain't made enough The war for our minds, just intensifies We got bigger fish to fry, n***a so +batter+ up We on the battlefield with the monster, man Pretty soon your own thoughts gonna be contraband They can hara**, abuse, and try to knock us As long as we got breath, man, they can't stop us [Interlude: Phonte] A dedication to all the DJs keepin our music alive All the people wantin' real Hip-Hop all over the world As long as we out here doing out thing They won't be able to shut us down, baby This what we do, man It's who we are, it's us, right here [Chaundon] f** out of here, I just started gettin' mine n***as got they hands out like an All State sign Where were they when I was down on me luck Now the beggin' for change, them n***as came wit a sqwuigy and a cup Another one is bitin' the dust; tables turned I'm the man now, b**hes fightin' over to f** See the best in New York is in the South I gained a few pounds, no the overweight love is in the house Shades on, I'm ready to stunt; Ladies love me You couldn't pay a broad enough money to front Not a chance, this n***a is nice; I was a "Thriller" Way before Michael Jackson teamed up with Vincent Price You mad and you ready to fight? I'm buffin your face on sides til you resemeble a knife You lost twice, lick your wounds and bounce Chaundon it was a winner's name when it was announced [Rapper Big Pooh] Some say I ain't reach my peak Most n***as max out after one year in the street So you made a little tape, got a little pay n***a think he straight, til' he taste defeat I see you in the mall next week, not a peep Sellin' back change, cuz your a** can't eat Listen, the game ain't built for the weak Hammurabi Code, we don't turn the other cheek The most consistent, the most complete And still I got n***as tryna play me cheap That ain't a good look, you ain't heard I'm a good cook And keep plenty recipes in my rap book Most shook when they hear my name It must be the sk**, cuz I'm lacking the fame There's plenty of areas, where I could place the blame I wouldn't be a man if I asked for change [Outro: Rapper Big Pooh] I'd like to thank, all of the people That's been ridin' and supportin' Little Brother For the past five, six years Also wanna thank all them hatin' muh'f**ers That's been downin' us for the past five, six years Ha, I love it, ha, I love it