Can’t Stop Us

Lyrics

[Intro: 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' [Verse 1: Phonte] Yo, give the drummer some, Pipe down, give the plumber some You are checking out the number one Assassinator of lame ducks Phontigga got the game tucked like a cumberbund Young C, we got another one Giving these niggas 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 Te, "Why you so mad?" I say it's cause comfortable niggas like you ain't mad enough The war for our minds, just intensified We got bigger fish to fry, nigga so batter up We on the battlefield with the monsters, man Pretty soon your own thoughts gonna be contraband They can harass, arrest, 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 [Verse 2: Chaundon] Fuck out of here, I just started gettin' mine Niggas got they hands out like an All State sign Where were they when I was down on my luck? Now they beggin' for change Them niggas came wit a squeegee and a cup Another one is bitin' the dust; tables turned I'm the man now, bitches fightin' over to fuck See the best in New York is in the South I gained a few pounds, no the overweight lover's 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 nigga 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 is the reoccurring name when the winner is announced [Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh] Some say I ain't reach my peak Most niggas max out after one year in the street So you made a little tape, got a little pay Nigga think he straight, til' he taste defeat I see you in the mall next week, not a peep Sellin' back change, cuz your ass 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 niggas 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 skill, 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'fuckers That's been downin' us for the past five, six years Ha, I love it, ha, I love it