Give It to Ya (Original Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Phonte] Uh, yo It's like this Pete Rock, Little Brother Uh [Verse 1: Phonte] Master of ceremony, controlled territory It's 'Te, the mad journalist always tryna write a better story And laying tracks cause it's better for me Calm but predatory, son niggas even when the weather's stormy My crew is down to do whatever for me Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine Find it hard though to manage my time Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties But yo! That's what happens when the world is loving you Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of fucking you A high price for fame that is non-refundable All in the hopes of one day coming out with a "W" I know it sound crazy right? Even though it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix It's Pete Rock on the snare drums and laying the kicks And on the real I wouldn't trade it for shit Let's get it up right now [Hook: Darien Brockington] Grab your lady by the hand Let's hit the dance floor Let me give it all up to you Grab your lady by the hand Let's hit the dance floor, ohhhh Let me give it all up to you [Bridge: Rapper Big Pooh (Darien Brockington) & Phonte] This is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers Everybody else in the world like us (Let me give it all up to you) Pete Rock still holding it down And this is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers Everybody in the world that's like us Let's get it, y'all (Let me give it all up to you) And Little Brother, we controlling it now [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh] I got the magna rocks still heating up the spot P.R. and L.B. got that shit for blocks HIP-HOP when we walk, HIP-HOP when we talk You can hear it our slang, and see the New York We bought back '94 when the music was pure Everybody made jams '93 and before Hearing "Illmatic" first on the trip to the store Lost my mind but I knew it was that we had to work toward Forward...On we move now, my life is the roof Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news Daily digesting some more wack shit Motherfuckers better stick to the script, we need you back Jay Y'all dudes know now we not for play You want it funky come around my way (for real) You can choose to rock or choose to roll I chose Pete cause he got the soul (yea let's get it on, y'all) [Hook: Darien Brockington] Grab your lady by the hand Let's hit the dance floor Let me give it all up to you Grab your lady by the hand Let's hit the dance floor, ohhhh Let me give it all up to you [Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte] You at war with the King Cobra Rapper Pooh, Ill Cap-i-tan, never roll a foot soldier We push over you pushovers Lil pussies need to douche over Mass and Gil Scott Heron will make em' gush over Pussy and poetry, two things that's good for ya We rock hard just like the hood told us That fake shit I never could show you We ought to keep it true and authentic In they videos trying to walk wit it L.B. put the street talk in it From right now until the day that we forfeit it Just making sure that y'all get it in time to keep my heart in it Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what! [Hook: Darien Brockington] Grab your lady by the hand Let's hit the dance floor Let me give it all up to you Grab your lady by the hand Let's hit the dance floor, ohhhh Let me give it all up to you [Bridge: Rapper Big Pooh (Darien Brockington) & Phonte] This is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers Everybody else in the world like us (Let me give it all up to you) Pete Rock still holding it down And this is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers Everybody in the world that's like us Let's get it, y'all (Let me give it all up to you) And Little Brother, we controlling it now