The Work

[Intro: First Serve] Yeah, (yeah man) Yeah! (A'ight let's do it man, c'mon) One two and ah Can I kick it? Well ah, yes you can Can I kick a hole in the speaker and then jet? Well, of course, you can! First Serve's the best yet Can I kick a hole in the speaker and then jet? My nigga yes you can, First Serve's the best kept! [Verse 1: Pop & Deen] I play the intro, middle, ending back to the intro Reborn to bring NEW beginnings How many lives, have you ran through? I think I'm on number five, came back strivin For the same thing, the GAME thing Microphone remain king, yeah my need They say it's in the blood, and in my thoughts as well Since the days of the, ways of the walk Through the park in the BX, me and D got next Verbal push-ups, titles, concepts, beats Yo D, it's time to eat! And with this gravy Make fritters out of these tater sacks, you quarterbacks Ought to back it up two yards, we bought it back That old chord mic's the prototype Connect it like Siamese deep in the work Sweat a Hi-C packet a day, now sip on that [Chorus: All] (Let me be) At the front of the line (It was plain to see) Cause it's our time (It's over now) in bright lights surrounded by skirts (You had me found, you shot me down) Pop Life & Deen Whitter, we puttin' in work! Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Yeah!) Work (Yeah!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) WORK WORK WORK! [Verse 2: Deen & Pop] Can't a monkey stop us in this bar game The guitar lickin' the far lane Yo, I got crazy visions! (Nigga, put 'em on paper!) The contracts, contacts puffin haze per page An Almanac of ideas for five years Book stick it in that "I so solemnly swear" joint Economy scare point (Yo, studio costs is for horses!) Nigga we can play the mule and get Pro Tools And show fools the A-game, set up in the crib and live Word! Man, but yo I'm on that song ass first, I'm on the last verse Finish line 24 but I got 20 more things I gotta do Like, make the name up for the crew Might call it Witter Pop! (Naw, nigga that's wack) Yeah you right, yo did you find a studio? (Yeah I came across two you know the one Ken-doo talk about? The other one's called Odyssey) Oh yeah yeah, let's take it there man I heard it's more private, B [Chorus: All] (Let me be) At the front of this shit (It was plain to see) Cause it's our time (It's over now) in bright lights surrounded by skirts (You had me found, you shot me down) Pop Life & Deen Whitter, we puttin' in work! Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Yeah!) Work (Yeah!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) WORK WORK WORK! [Verse 3: Deen, Pop & Both] Aiyyo, we spent many years Brushin' the plaque off the teeth It's time to switch gears And place the plaques underneath the roof The gold ones Was platinum plus much better The right contract bring the right con-cheddar And we ain't cons So just like Etta (At Last) We have to blast through, anybody ask you Who works harder? You say First Serve Try to say different, say you got some nerve! See you got some herbs that gon' hate The Band-Aid is for dem boys! Nikita La Femme boys! The key to the city is ours The broads, the house, the cars The sky's the limit, the stars Shalamars in it, there it is! But what took you so long? The energy's a tall glass of milk, the secret's best kept In the basement, potential amazement Until we hit the surface of the pavement, PEACE! [Chorus: All] (Let me be) At the front of the line (It was plain to see) Cause it's our time (It's over now) in bright lights surrounded by skirts (You had me found, you shot me down) Pop Life & Deen Whitter, we puttin' in work! Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Yeah!) Work (Yeah!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) WORK WORK WORK! [Outro: Pop] We got the work alright Ken-Doo put a plan together, got us organized Studio time, little shows here and there, AND means! But, things weren't happenin overnight now.. Shit, days became weeks, weeks into months And months? Months turned into doubt *sigh* What we gon' do now?