Give It to Ya (Original Version)
[Intro: Phonte]
Uh, yo
It's like this
Pete Rock, Little Brother
Uh
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Master of ceremony, controlled territory
It's 'Te, the mad journalist always tryna write a better story
And laying tracks cause it's better for me
Calm but predatory, son niggas even when the weather's stormy
My crew is down to do whatever for me
Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine
Find it hard though to manage my time
Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties
But yo! That's what happens when the world is loving you
Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of fucking you
A high price for fame that is non-refundable
All in the hopes of one day coming out with a "W"
I know it sound crazy right?
Even though it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix
It's Pete Rock on the snare drums and laying the kicks
And on the real I wouldn't trade it for shit
Let's get it up right now
[Hook: Darien Brockington]
Grab your lady by the hand
Let's hit the dance floor
Let me give it all up to you
Grab your lady by the hand
Let's hit the dance floor, ohhhh
Let me give it all up to you
[Bridge: Rapper Big Pooh (Darien Brockington) & Phonte]
This is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers
Everybody else in the world like us
(Let me give it all up to you)
Pete Rock still holding it down
And this is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers
Everybody in the world that's like us
Let's get it, y'all
(Let me give it all up to you)
And Little Brother, we controlling it now
[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]
I got the magna rocks still heating up the spot
P.R. and L.B. got that shit for blocks
HIP-HOP when we walk, HIP-HOP when we talk
You can hear it our slang, and see the New York
We bought back '94 when the music was pure
Everybody made jams '93 and before
Hearing "Illmatic" first on the trip to the store
Lost my mind but I knew it was that we had to work toward
Forward...On we move now, my life is the roof
Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news
Daily digesting some more wack shit
Motherfuckers better stick to the script, we need you back Jay
Y'all dudes know now we not for play
You want it funky come around my way (for real)
You can choose to rock or choose to roll
I chose Pete cause he got the soul (yea let's get it on, y'all)
[Hook: Darien Brockington]
Grab your lady by the hand
Let's hit the dance floor
Let me give it all up to you
Grab your lady by the hand
Let's hit the dance floor, ohhhh
Let me give it all up to you
[Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh & Phonte]
You at war with the King Cobra
Rapper Pooh, Ill Cap-i-tan, never roll a foot soldier
We push over you pushovers
Lil pussies need to douche over
Mass and Gil Scott Heron will make em' gush over
Pussy and poetry, two things that's good for ya
We rock hard just like the hood told us
That fake shit I never could show you
We ought to keep it true and authentic
In they videos trying to walk wit it
L.B. put the street talk in it
From right now until the day that we forfeit it
Just making sure that y'all get it in time to keep my heart in it
Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what!
[Hook: Darien Brockington]
Grab your lady by the hand
Let's hit the dance floor
Let me give it all up to you
Grab your lady by the hand
Let's hit the dance floor, ohhhh
Let me give it all up to you
[Bridge: Rapper Big Pooh (Darien Brockington) & Phonte]
This is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers
Everybody else in the world like us
(Let me give it all up to you)
Pete Rock still holding it down
And this is for my movers, shakers, ballers, hustlers
Everybody in the world that's like us
Let's get it, y'all
(Let me give it all up to you)
And Little Brother, we controlling it now