Artist: Rapper Big Pooh f/ Choklate Album: Dirty Pretty Things Song: They Say (Choklate Deluxe Edition) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] Uh... And this is for, ha... This is for my niggaz, y'know.. The ones, that's still my niggaz, haha! Yo... [Rapper Big Pooh] I done heard I was crazy Niggaz ain't want me to make my first album (How COME??) Guess they was nervous of the outcome Get it done anyway, FUCK what the people say As we look around, notice who ain't with me here today My circle gettin small, my legend growin bigger And I'm yet to reach my apex, go figure All the respect I accumulated You could times that by ten and it's understated I done been shot down, underestimated I done seen plenty try, I'm the one that made it I ain't related to ya failures, young'n I'm no loser Icebox flow, novice niggaz just coolers +Slick+ as +The Ruler+, purpose be the jewlery 'Bout makin moves, rest of y'all tomfoolery Ain't nobody true as me, ain't nobody cool as he Y'all about truancy, I'm all about brew to see They say.. [Chorus: Choklate] They say they know, but they don't Say we should go, but we won't They say so much, but I don't Let 'em say what they want (Say what you want) [Rapper Big Pooh] The world don't stop cause my foot is on the brake My belly ain't full when there's food on your plate I'm tired of niggaz talkin 'bout how they ain't ate But sittin on the net perpetratin like they straight The pace is the pace, I know egos do inflate This life ain't a movie dawg, it's only one slate It's only one boss, Flintstone, no brakes This is all protein (Muscle Milk!) no shakes It's written on your face, I can no longer toy with grown-ass men Peter Pan'n such boys We all make noise, my frequency is favored +Return of the Jedi+, better have your lightsaber We can be neighbors, never more friends Loyalty is royalty, you'll get it in the end I did it once again, it's honor to the death of HOJ 'til I'm done, nothing left [Chorus] [Choklate] Forgive me for the second that I lost my cool Creeped outside of my zone while in endzone crusin Loose with the venom, spirit seerin 'em and choosin Greatness over settlin for further verbal brusin I can't wanna get it, I'm supposed to just POV and stall on my callin and ball on 'em all Maybe it's for the best of me to keep climbin on Get out to the crest of the mount' on my own~! Give the glory to the heavens, manifest good fruit What you gettin is for you for you to get at who you due I ain't nobody's saint, I'm bound to fall too Gettin up out there's a shade of a warrior's cue The battle is within and only few got a clue They're fightin without the inner attack is how you lose Sittin down at dinner but you not cookin the food And fat ain't trimmed and the juice ain't cool SOMEBODY tell me how the community got room to be, crabs in the bucket and the culture be abused Now it's no longer special when we touch the soul's groove We're only really makin-makin room for the true (They say!!) [Chorus]