Rollin Out

[Intro: Supastition]

Ay, what up? This Supastition man

Y'all new niggas listen here man

I'm from North Carolina

I know Little Brother, I know the Justus League man

But y'all stop tryna give me these goddamn CDs man

Getting me to ask 9th for a beat

Telling me to ask 'Te for a hook

I got my own shit nigga

[Verse 1: Supastition]

Now I ain't scared of newcomers, my spot's solidified

And there's nothing to debate like whether 'Pac's still alive

I slap-box with your pride

I bury your respect in a coffin with all of your confidence locked inside

Rock any type of crowd in any town of my choice

And I get pussy off the strength and the sound of my voice

So just, turn up your monitors, fall to your knees, honor us

Cause LB and Supa ain't the niggas that you want it with

Don't spit for the fun of it, sell, if it makes money

I'mma run with it, this underground game could be punishment

The Carolinas running shit, like it or love it

You know I'm ill but niggas too scared to say it in public

And I don't blame you, cause really I don't expect it from you

Whether you like it or not, you gotta respect my hustle

Do yourself a favor, run and grab a pen and pad, write down

Document it, Supa's that nigga as of right now, whoo!

[Interlude: Khrysis]

Young Khrysis nigga

Tour of duty shit, y'knahmsayin?

We don't have to talk, we on the bus

There ain't nobody fuckin with us right now

Come on 'Te

[Verse 2: Phonte]

Uh, and up next to rhyme it's Phontigga

I figure it's time to exercise you wack niggas

Have 'em runnin for the exit sign, cause every time

I spit it's like I'm testifying to my J-League fam

I really think it's time for us to re-program

You promoters' way of thinking, for you to get us out

That's at least four grand, and I ain't tryna politic

Chill or hold hands, so dog, get on your toes

Like the repo man, get ready to love it

Best live show, no one above it

Dog, I seen less stay together just to add a little substance

But don't get it confused, it ain't ever Hall of Justus

Niggas ain't crooners, niggas just soon to blow

I suggest you watch your tone of voice junior

LB and Supastition, when I move

My mission is to prove my diction is the livest nigga

[Interlude: Phonte]

Haha, you muh'fuckers killin me dog, be tryna call Dho

These promoter niggas tryna book us for shows

Fifteen hundred dollars, all in and a goddamn trip to Waffle House

Nigga, soft as my girl ass is

I ain't getting out the bed for fifteen hundred dollars nigga

Let's keep it goin yo, uh, tour of duty

[Hook: Supastition & Phonte]

Now I done been around the world and rocked a few shows

Crashed a few cities and smashed a few hoes

Until these niggas respect me like they supposed

I'ma keep, keep rockin and that's the way it goes

My nigga L.E.G. and Sean Boog, yeah they rollin out

And yo my nigga Chaundon, yeah he rollin out

And now my nigga Supastition, yeah he rollin out

And now the Rapper Big Pooh bout to hold it down

[Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh]

Come on, aim fire, I inspire

To be the fastest driver in life's five hundred

Niggas don't want it with Pooh, if they do

You can bring your whole crew and I'll give it to 'em too

From the brim of my hat to the sole of my shoe

From my very first bar to the last when I'm through

I put in work my nig'

I know my moniker carries it but I'm tryna live big

Not Pun, not L, not B.I.G

It's the Rapper Big Pooh down in history

Khrysis orchestrate like a symphony

Simply, I'm dude who you tryna be

I done been to the places that you dying to see

I done hit a few broads that you tryna gee

Now, I brought the team on the road with me

We open the market up, that's how it's sposed to be

Don't let your man be a victim of my poster B

Better turn his ass round like a rotary

I don't wanna toot my own horn

But them LB niggas got it going on

Word is Bond-Jovi, on tour so the whole world know me

You want...

[Skit/Outro: Rapper Big Pooh]

Oh so you just gonna fade the beat out on me man?

Some of these muh'fuckin rappers need to fade the beat out

On they motherfuckin careers man, y'knahmsayin?

Cause them niggas suck man

And then they wanna cypher with me after the muh'fuckin shows and shit man

A nigga tired man, my muh'fuckin voice hurt man

Y'knahmsayin? My voice hurtin right now man!

I just wanna get on the bus, I wanna go to sleep

I gotta go to the next city

My shirt all sweaty and shit, my back all sweaty

Nigga, I'm fat nigga!

I'm two hundred and eighty motherfuckin pounds nigga!

I'm tired, nigga! I'm tired!

Goddamn tired, nigga!

Shit!