Every Block

[Intro: Phonte] To anybody That ever looked at a blank piece of paper And felt that feeling That you didn't, you don't know what to say You be wondering If your next joint is gonna be banging or not You be wondering if people gonna be feeling your shit This is for y'all Come On [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] I've been stuck on the same page Seven days isolated in the same cage Six minutes spitting out curse words of rage Holding on to my pen like it's the last days And she my only weapon Still stepping with a passionate cause But the block reveals all of your flaws hoping you give in Shifting, more swift than the panic Older brain with the pen feeling so diplomatic Until you fight back Pen strokes tend to quiet that and at the same time my mind drift Between the pen and the paper there's a slight rift The pressure's on and I might miss Who can bare that stress? First start is the second guess The third try I'm still hopeless I'm like a penny with a hole in it The words come but no soul in it So it's back to the block trying to figure out this damn thing [Hook: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte] So if you see me in the lab with a pen and a pad I'm trying to write a verse that's doper than my last one We put it down for my peeps going at it hard On every block, every corner, every boulevard Some niggas think about sex, I think about checks And I ain't spitting 16 until I know I'm about to cash one Let's spit a rhyme for the streets steady pulling cards On every block, every corner, every boulevard [Verse 2: Phonte] They say the pressure's on to make more music And write a better song to make the hoars loose it Dance floor music with out no heart attatched For all them harder cats that I was sleeping on Not trying to lead you on but there's a deeper zone When you start dealing with the industry and keeping on You do your thing, I do mine Fuck it, 10 inches long Cause I ain't even on but still you want to sweat Looking for me to fill your pockets and your deficits Asking for loot and I ain't even sold no records yet My family argue when they beefing over petty shit And niggas still think this journey was everless Shit Yo, that's why I'm using God as my guide Cause making moves in this game It's kind of hard to decide Once you put your Hancock on the line My niggas change at the drop of a dime That put a block on your mind, for real [Hook: Rapper Big Pooh & (Phonte)] So if you see me in the streets and my eyes look red It's probably because I ain't been able to sleep We put it down for our peeps going at it hard On every block, every corner, every boulevard Some niggas spit for the range I spit for the change to make sure that all my family got something to eat Spit a rhyme for the street steady pullin cards For every block, every corner, every boulevard [Outro: Phonte] Yo, it's like that y'all State to state, country to country It's Little Brother, 9th Wonder The Justus League, undiscovered It's like that y'all We keep it going We keep it on, and on, and on On, and on, and on Like that [Outro interlude] Pooh Oh Pooh Wake up big daddy Look at you Laying there looking all cute and cuddly Good morning baby You remember.. we agreed on that ménage Well, I got something better than that I brought Tasha Pooh Oh Pooh Terrance! Yeah, come on WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP