Band Practice

[Hook] [Phonte] It goes work that body for all my niggas 5 star generals and y'all beginners Rock on my niggas, get it on my niggas [Verse One] [Phonte] Mr. Get Busy Mr. So Damn Nit Picky Circle you squares till I get dizzy And bum rush your whole spot My raps slap box with robots like Sam Witwicky I Left It All Behind now I'm taking my shit with me Gave you a chance to shine not it's time that we gritty And we can rhyme, go line for line, I got plenty of time You can stay all day like Miss Milly You rap niggas kill me It's just to much for me Fathered a style, then I gave up custody Until reluctantly My fam reminded, there's so many words that can't no nigga fuck with me Such disgust So many things I can dis-cuss And lames that I can distrust Touch, the radio sometimes to see what I might have missed And from the sound of things, I ain't miss much My nigga P said, "Take your time It's like planets when they align Hell you ain't even gotta rhyme." Not boasting but I can coast it Especially when niggas still tripping off the stuff we did in '99 But Tigga ain't a coward And still my pride just can't allow it So I'm gonna spit for the many dozens Fans that kept a nigga hot when a nigga wasn't And straight kept a nigga fed when a nigga struggling Survived shut downs, break ups and Benny budgets Surprised that I lived to tell any of it This joint tip, but I'm anointing So any shots this way about as pointless as titty fucking Whoa son, you're doing it ass backwards Tay spit fire from here to Grand Rapids Michigan Me and 9th, two of God's instruments And when we get together, nigga call it band practice "We have a band, that's all you need!" [Hook] [Phonte] It goes work that body for all my niggas 5 star generals and y'all beginners Rock on my niggas, get it on my niggas Work that body for all my niggas 5 star generals and y'all beginners Rock on my niggas, get it on my niggas