Back at It

Lyrics

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] H.O.J. – gyeah, gyeah, we back at it! [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] Uh, and like that I'm back at it to win Rapper Pooh, muh'fucker, don't ask again So what I'm from the South? I don't "snap" with trends I'm tryna fill my backpack, to the top with ends Wanna ride real low, drive slow in the Benz Play a lil' D-Brock, put 'em on to some skins When you done, pass that broad right back to yo' friends It ain't no fun if the homies can't spin 'er But that's later thinkin', I'm up later drinkin' I'm tryna come up on a beat that I can sink my teeth in I get busy, "What shit was HE on?" Pooh be "prime time," get his shine like De-ion I'm cold-blooded, you can call me Fre-on Got a couple stripes, homie, I'm no pe-on You seem concerned with everything I be on Album three's comin', bitch nigga, now be warned! [Chorus: Phonte, (Big Pooh)] I hear the people talkin' all of the time Sayin' "We out of they league," they must be outta they mind They betta know somethin' (I said H.O.J., we back at it) (Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) [Verse 2: Cormega, (Phonte)] My sons love to set it, guns unsympathetic Ones I never discuss, too much distrust Went from rock fights to pickin' bricks up Stickball to stick-ups Playin' 'Cops and Robbers', to hatin' cops, and robbers 'Monopoly' to the money and the power Playin' in the rain, to playin' with bitches in the shower Bicycles, to fly 6 Coupes with chrome too bright to view From blue Icee's to the ice that's blue From suede Puma to suede New Balance, 'Good Times' to 'Martin' Water guns to the nines we sparkin' From George Jefferson, to George on 'Seinfeld' From "you ain't fresh," to "y'all don't rhyme ill" From two turntables and a microphone To weak niggas livin' off hype alone 'Mega here, niggas scared like Tyson's home And I still got my license, holmes... (Ay, yo yo...) [Chorus: Phonte, (Big Pooh)] I hear the people talkin' all of the time Sayin' "We out of they league," they must be outta they mind They betta know somethin' (I said H.O.J., we back at it) (Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) Yo, they think it's all a sport Wanna talk the talk, but can't walk the walk When it's time, you betta show somethin' (I said H-O-J, we back at it) Yes, yes... (Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) [Verse 3: Phonte] I see 'em whisperin, saying that "he fallin' off" And in his own town, treated like a foreigner And that's the reason I ain't had any R&R 'Cause these nights I'm "Remembering" like Shalamar My own team saying, "Nigga, you should go for yours" We underground, but fuck it – rule 'em like overlords 'Cause they ain't see a nigga creepin' through the corridor All black backdrop, next stop the coroner Body count now around three hunnid Don't know how many ways I can tell you we run it Witout being redundant, niggas scared to top me Callin four his posse, like we on 'Teen Summit' But this ain't a talk show, and I ain't ya guest star Even on our worst day, you know who the best are Tay is not the one to test, pa X marks the spot, you a target – good night and God bless y'all Silly white folks say, "He speak so well 'Cause he got a way with words that's so extraordinary" Give you a peek into my intimate thoughts Givin' these illiterate niggas our art of fuckin' culinary You ain't gotta worry who the next man is Work your own grind, use it to your advantage Sensitive ass niggas stop bein' so Tresvant-ish Phontigga that nigga, and yes, he's back at – UH! [Chorus: Phonte, (Big Pooh)] I hear the people talkin' all of the time Sayin' "We out of they league," they must be outta they mind They betta know somethin' (I said H.O.J., we back at it) Yes, yes – c'mon (Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) Yo, they think it's all a sport Wanna talk the talk, but can't walk the walk When it's time, you betta show somethin' (I said H.O.J., we back at it) Yes, yes... (Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) C'mon [Outro: Phonte] Little Brother And my man Cormega Whatup! Shoutout to my nigga Buckwild What's goin' on? H.O.J., D.I.T.C., Queensbridge collaboration Shout to my nigga 'Mega – the respect is mutual, nigga, for real Uh! C'mon