[Intro]
But your mind and your desire
Will guarantee me with something (LB Bizness)
[Verse 1: Phonte, Phonte & Rapper Big Pooh]
Wish me well or call me Ishmael
Croquettes and grits, nigga, this is that fish scale
This is that dispelled rumor that we not active
My man said, "'Te, come and get your plaque"
And when I came and got it, saw our names was misspelled
Pulled out the parking lot and almost fishtailed
[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh, Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte]
Pulled out receipts to show my heart don't tell tales
Legends of the fall, I should be appalled
But that's par for the course
LB, we foot soldiеrs who don't march to the beat (No)
Everybody's favoritе, let's keep it discreet (Oh)
Two sets of footprints laid out at the beach
Avoiding waves
Here, my dear, let's listen to Marvin Gaye
[Verse 3: Phonte, Phonte & Rapper Big Pooh]
On a gramophone playing "Anna's Song" just to say
You're coming on to me
And I want you horizontally, pronto
So roll that fronto leaf like Tonto, Tonto
Yeah, that's tonto meat
You have the right to act irresponsibly
Shouts to the ruler, I'm always indebted
Made my first record on a okay computer
'Cause I saw where the radio was headed
And still said fuck 'em like a nigga had a fetish
[Verse 4: Rapper Big Pooh]
They should have been vetted
Every one of y'all get some credit
Filled two sets of books, but we never saw a check
What you need in life? Is it money or respect?
When you got power, then you know you're getting both
The road less traveled, then you know you're getting close
[Verse 5: Phonte]
And if they bought your ass a chain
That's your budget getting choked
That's a nope for me, dawg, not willing to do something strange
Be at the mercy of others pullin' the puppet strings
I say it gladly, I'm not Milton Bradley
So stop playin' on my fuckin' name
A long way from when I weighed a buck and change
Heavyweight shit
We just make shit to shake all the competition up like Clubber Lang
What a fuckin' shame
[Verse 6: Rapper Big Pooh]
And another thang
Wish me well or call me Simon
To no one's surprise
It's looking like we morphing into Lord of the Flies
I just want a slice while maintaining my peace
I don't need the whole pie
[Verse 7: Phonte]
Yo, wish me well or call me Ishmael
I'm leaving here with something, you can call me Denzel
Everybody know it's LB, nigga
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