[Intro: Phonte]
Uh...yeah, it's so amazing
Little Brother, Mick Boogie on the mixtape
Ayo Mick, check it out, man, it's a lotta n***as
That think Little Brother can't do no street joint, y'knowwhatimsayin?
So now I-I gotta get on this track
I gotta Justify My Thug a little bit, y'knowwhatimsayin?
I gotta, I gotta go back and moisturize my situation, y'knowwhatimsayin?
Let these boys know I can do it anyway they want, y'knowwhatimsayin?
It's Phontigga, it's for the streets!
C'mon!

[Verse 1: Phonte]
This is for my n***as on the corner
Them boys on the block, steady movin that work
All through your community, you need a fundraiser?
Them boys'll come through and even slang at the church
In the kitchen all day long over the stove, yep
Servin them fiends, steady cookin them O's
'Til the smell get all on they clothes; keep n***as heavy
In the streets, and they fuck the fattest of hoes
See the fiends line up tryna get that fix
Anytime, day or night, they'll scratch that itch
Have you runnin to ya mans like "This that shit!"
Yeah, they paper stay long and they money is thick
I know a lotta n***as gon' have to run this back like
"Damn 'Te, when the fuck you start promotin crack?"
It ain't as bad as it might seem; I'm just shoutin out
My n***as down at Krispy Kreme, now holla back, what?
[Interlude: Phonte]
OH!! Krispy Kreme will never leave the streets, n***a!!
Dunkin' Donuts... FUCK 'EM!!
Little Debbie... FUCK 'EM!!
Glazed donuts, chocolate donuts, apple fritters
Whatever you need, it's NOTHIN'!
You get that Krispy Kreme, all the dough boys go crazy, OH!
Big Pooh, c'mon!

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]
Yeah, I make moves, make money
Made a lotta other people smile when shit weren't funny
Always lookin out thinkin, "What they want from me?"
I seen better times, everyday ain't sunny
When the birds ain't chirpin, n***as at home
Feelin' sorry for themselves when they should be out workin'
Witness no hustle, seen no drive
Even hopeless n***as strive, and you wonder why you struggle
In the past years, operated with a muzzle
Saw moods change but thangs begin to bubble
Arbitrary cars from women who now luh you
Sat back, watched all the pieces to the puzzle
Put it all together, tryna make sense
But until they see dollars, it ain't gettin no better
N***as get ahead of themselves
But Pooh been on the grind tryna rhyme, yo, since he was 12
You gotta know!
[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh]
Oh my GAWD!!
I'm on my muh'fuckin' grizzy right now!
Hi, haters! Ha-ha-ha
I know you muh'fuckers can't get enough of me, man
It know it's some n***as out there, they can't sleep at night
They up, they nervous, they wonderin' if I'm in the lab
You fuckin right I'm in the lab, n***a!
Ha! We got another one!