Little Brother, Chaundon - Can't Stop Us lyrics
[Little Brother, Chaundon - Can't Stop Us lyrics]
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 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 Tay, "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
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
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
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
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
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 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 Tay, "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
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
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
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
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