Next Day

[Intro: Phonte]

Y'know, ev'rybody was askin me.

After you quit your job... whatchu do?

Uh...

Walked outta Belk like, I was feelin brand new

Something I never felt like, I had been emancipated

And it seem strange but deep down I know it felt right

Back to the crib, I went to tell my girl

And she just looked at me like, "Nigga, I already knew"

So we packed up the Nissan and went to Maryland

For the holidays, my son was bout to be two

Fresh out of a job, what's a nigga to do?

So I called Beni B., he shot niggas some loot

So thankful to God that I was able to pay rent

Met Kev Brown, did the "Can't Stay Away" shit

Went back home with out pockets butt-naked

Times got tight, we ain't know if we would make it

Met with the label who decide that now we

We'll do the first Little Brother tour through Cali

Maaaan! Shit was whack as hell

We was for "The Big Throwdown" like Le-vert

Me, Pooh, 9th, I.D., and Malachi

In the crowded-ass van filled with ugly-ass T-shirts

Dealin with the label drove Tiggalo bizzerk

So when we got home, I put my foot on the flo'

Said, "I ain't doin this management shit no mo'"

Gave the call to my nigga Big Dho, let's get it

We started makin money doin some travelin

But at home, my family life was steady unravelin

Me and ol' girl wasn't seein eye to eye

Just shackin up, layin thigh to thigh

Not in love, just "Fakin Jax" like InI

She said, "Baby, you know I'll go through the wall for you"

But when I stepped off the plane back from Portugal

She was gone - fuck it, y'all niggas heard "All For You"

Came back to the crib, had to pack all my shit up

Cause that's when we did our first tour with Hiero

Seem like everyday them niggas stay high tho'

I love y'all, thanks for teachin us how to grind, yo

Came off the road with my name well-respected

Hit the studio, me and Nic finished "Connected"

Money in my pocket and a new apartment

And on top of that - now the major labels is watchin

Heeeey! It was the top of '04

And everythang seem to be movin in slo-mo

Niggaz wanted a deal so bad, they can taste it

But everyday, it seem like it would be a no-go

With a palm that's sweaty and hand that's jittery

Signed, to Atlantic and the rest is misery

Oops! - fraudulent slip, I mean the rest is history

I"m just still a little hot, excuse my niggery

In the middle of makin "The Minstrel Show"

We was out one night, saw this thang that caught my eye

I like the way that she danced, like the way that she moved

Fly conversation and the way she thought was fly

She moved in and we got real close

And I can see that she was way above av-erage

So we tied the knot, and my second son dropped

About, six weeks after the album did

Y'all niggas know the rest, I won't bore you widdit

"Minstrel Show" came and went; we went to war with critics

They said, "We wouldn't make it as a two-man team"

But this is part of a two-man dream

That I had in my heart since I walked out the store

That's what I did with my next day, whatchu gon' do with YOURS?

Whatchu gon' do with YOURS?

... and that's what hap'n, peace!