[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
Cold as the cold in the wintertime
Slow rhyme when I rhyme, no beginner, I'm
City walk when they sin, tryna make a dime
They don't ask for too much, just a lil' shine
Lil' time on the grind, tryin' get that gwap
Weren't worth eight years for your first time pop
Now you back rehabilitated, punchin' the clock
Old neighborhood witnessin' your man and 'nem drop
Got the drop on that nigga, said he runnin' the block
Graduated from the greens to servin' up rock
So you plot, and you think and you sin on the plan
On some scheme-ass shit, but – that's your man
I'm sayin', you tryna push reason to the front
And put a block on that other shit you want
But the streets keep callin' ya name
And 9-to-5 slave to the rhythm ain't bringin' you fame
So it's back to the game, round up a lil' gang
Set it up to stick ya mayne, but he stick you first
Goodbye!
[Hook: Rapper Big Pooh]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (Seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (Seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit' dey name on the wall
'Til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (Light's gone)
3 A.M. in the backseat, leanin'
Thinkin' 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[Verse 2: Phonte]
Remember... before niggas was on the bandwagon...
I fell asleep 'til the sound of hand cannons
Leavin' holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons
Late nights, Bingham Street with my man Brandon
Fast forward, twelve years now, we grandstandin'
Because I'm maintaining, without Mantan'ing
And it made me an ani-mal
But I need another quota book for the catalog
I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol
But I'm too loud, and too proud to tap-dance for these crackers, dawg
So, won't be no Gregory Hine-in'
When Tay get hostile, he in the Gospel like he in The Winans
And right now, he in there finding
A new platform for the rhymes that I arranged
A new ideas for the lines that I exchanged
'Cause I can't be – a laughing stock, homie, that'll be a crying shame
All I need is six bars and an intro
'Cause I relate to these beats like it was kinfolks
And the flow's so fresh like Mentos
And this is all real talk, that's for your info
'Cause that's where I been, yo – ho!
[Hook: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (Seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (Seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit' dey name on the wall
'Til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (Light's gone)
Uh, 3 A.M. in the backseat, leanin'
Thinkin' 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[Verse 3: AZ]
Grindin', time in, muh'fucker
Back up, stepped-up, muh'fucker
So quiet, I coulda crept on a sucker (Ahhh!)
From behind, and blew the breath out the busta (Poooow!)
But instead, held my head like a hustler
Pumped up, and get the sound of the muffler
Heard him clown 'bout his pounds bein' fluffier
Tellin' niggas outta town they be luckier
It get sad when the hood had enough of ya
Broke niggas buck at ya, poke you in ya jugular
But when you high, you feel niggas can't fuck wit ya
I'm surprised a nigga still had customers
Shut my eyes and inhaled my smoke
Tryna decide – should I let him slide?
But, nope! He broke ties when he spoke his lies
Tellin' spies that he hope I die, so my reply is
"To keep it real, I hope you could fly"
'Cause I'ma send him to them open skies
(Gah! Gah! Rrraaah! Rrraaah!)
[Hook: Rapper Big Pooh & AZ]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (Seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (Seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit' dey name on the wall
'Til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (Light's gone)
3 A.M. in the backseat, leanin'
Thinkin' 'bout all the things I've seen, man
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (Seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (Seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit' dey name on the wall
'Til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (Light's gone)
