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[Intro: Large Professor (Edo G)]

(This magic moment!) Yeah man but yo, I'm sayin man we got to

We got to, we got to do somethin man just to

You know show them people out there man that's coppin them thangs man

You know that we appreciate man like a little song or somethin man

We gotta do somethin man, know what I'm sayin we gotta get somethin down

Or somethin you know real quick, You nah mean, aight man! get on it God!

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

I love you cause you loyal

I love you for the fact that you even got my back when I touch foreign soil (WOO!)

No matter what the city, state or the county

The thing that keeps me goin is the fact that you want me

I get all your emails and MySpace chats

I tried to deny it but I gotta face facts

You hold me down when them others ain't around

Fairweather friends, love whoever wins

Even though I never sold as much as Nasir Jones

You still support me like a brassiere

You show a lot of love to this inner-city dude

Even on them days when I'm in a shitty mood

Now that's understandin

I try to spend a little extra time when I can when you not so demandin

Send it all back what I'm about to do

Cause this song goes out to you, the fans

[Hook: Masta Ace (Edo G & Large Professor)]

Writin with no sleep, stayin up all week, waitin till we meet

(We do it for the fans!)

Trains and airplanes, travelin long range, know that we won't change

(We do it for the fans!)

Stayin in hotels, grimiest motels, knowin us so well

(We do it for the fans!)

Studio all night, makin it more tight, damn it feels alright

(We do it for the fans!)

[Verse 2: Large Professor]

Large Professor, your road dog

I roll in smog, sleet and hail to see that we prevail

Over this nonsense this world be bringin us

Still bangin cuts after these years ain't enough

We stay in touch all the time y'all

Like a fire alarm so harm, can't get the best of us

Rightin what's wrong

I'mma be there, prepared to physically tear

Down to the ground, we hit the stage tryin to put it down

Whatever, whenever, we sure to stick the chest out

In honor of yours and when the rest get doubt

Stand strong for whoever try to steps that route

Get burned to a crisp with just a flick of a wrist

We resuscitate the modern-day state of this game

Can't disclaim the fact we been at it, remain

What it is, what it gon' be

Knew that we's gon' see the day

To hear the crowd yell and said yay!

The fans

[Hook: Masta Ace (Edo G & Large Professor)]

[Verse 3: Edo G]

Entertainin could be drainin

I'm so praisin, blatant, with this picture that I'm paintin

It's for the fans, all audiences

In the seats or the stands, Air Forces or in Vans

From skateboarders to urban and the city supporters

When we on the road crossin boarders

Airports, passports

This ain't a credit card game, rap is a cash sport

Haters stand clear, genuine love with no fanfare

Handshakes, and hugs here

It's independent, we don't search labels

Signin autographs, picture takin at ther merch table

You never swayed left or right, we stood stable

That's why I gave you my all, never tried to play you

We don't neglect the fans

Edo G, Masta Ace, Extra P, really respect the fans

[Hook: Masta Ace (Edo G & Large Professor)]

[Outro: Edo G]

For my peoples worldwide! All ghettos! All levels! Yeah! It's for the fans!