Roll Call

[Jozeemo:]

Uh, give me a second, I'm having a nigga moment

Jo' reaching under the shirt's your first omen

We man up, y'all niggas is still zoning

I'm on my third hustle while niggas is still yawning

Five in the morning, out of town cell phone

Roaming on my Philly shit, beard need coaming

Work's never done, fake niggas need bitching

Set off a pistol whipping, trigger finger still itching

Pots in the kitchen, 'caine needs cooking

As long niggas balling, Jo' Gutta still jooking

I see the crowd looking, I thought he was a rapper?

That's part-time bitch, I'm an AK clapper

Dress code's something like the opposite of dapper

Send a black rose to your mother and your pastor

I'm after, everything I feel that I'm due

On the grind 'til I feel that I'm through

[Chaundon:]

Even though I moved out of NYC I'm the realest

Transferred to Central Carolina Phyllis

The world black and white but a nigga dream of color

Like blue and cream wallies, I'm a rock 'em this summer

Took a few losses, had a little setback

Reparation time, dude for the get-back

Had a premonition, I'd be the illest spitting

Shut down Webster's, become the definition

Used to have more "Nightmares" than "Dana Dane"

A voice woke me up and told me to change the game

Never second guessed it, rose to my feet

Metronome flow, huh, controlling the beat

The heart of the street, put my vocal chords in a frame

Hang it up because it's art when I speak

Don't need to autograph it, my verse is the signature

Now open up the calorie doors

[Chorus:]

I never should have rolled the dice

Now I'm trapped off in the game (in the game)

No matter how you live your life

Some shit don't never change (never change)

I'm here for the money and the power

Y'all keep that fuckin fame (fuck the fame)

Either way when I leave this bitch

You gon' know my fuckin name

[Joe Scudda:]

Yeah, so come with it, Joey done shitted

Best to do it and damn near best that did it

Nine-one-nine on the wrist and the fitted

Probably know I capped, lil homie don't forget it

Put the bait out and you bit it

Fuck around with me, catch a bald like Riddick

Or bald like Jackson, time for some action

If you asking, I ain't with all the rassling

I'm about moving, I ain't with the losing

As a fly-by I'm still cool cause I'm cruising

What you think you doing? I might have to ruin

Better catch up homie, come get with the movement

(Better tell 'em bout it) H-O-J, they don't play

That's my team, this my day

Crown City boy, that's where I stay

And we the best out, that's what they say

[Rapper Big Pooh:]

Uh, niggas always wanna talk about money

Told y'all I came with Dho/dough, young'n you ain't know?

Toured the world with my group Lil' Bro'

That means I'm professional, who's next to blow?

You just standing in a shadow

Hurt pride like I stole your mojo

I'm so thoro, get a book, maybe I'll explain

How I maintain, do this with no strain

Huh, you do it with no gain

And they tryna put us on the same plain

No disrespect, that's a disconnect

I achieve milestones you ain't even seen yet

Been a couple places you ain't even dreamed yet

Six years later, how quick we forget

And yet, there's still not one comparison

That they compared me to that I ain't much better than, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh]

Yeah, haha

HOJ, that's the muh'fuckin movement

Yeah, uh, that's the muh'fuckin unit

J.O., Doovie, Jozee', Rapper

Sean Boog, what up? Khrysis, what up?

D-Brock, Big Dho