Not Enough

[Phote] We spent the last year writing rhymes doing shows and chopping records And traveled all around the world to spread the message Cause ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my team We only sleep on December the 32nd DJ's dissin' the album before they check it Dealin' with their managers and program directors And even though I try not to stress it Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not worth the effort [Rapper Big Pooh] Naw but I won't let it Put a block on my team's hustle for a second Poobie keep it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes can't say nothing It was only time for we finally spoke out Plenty cold nights ahead I suggest you get your coats out No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt And keep it moving [Hook] Seems like whatever I do Its not enough for you I paid the cost and gave you my all But you still want more I'm still standing right here But it seems so unfair That I sacrifice and give you my life But you still want more [Phonte] Been a long time comin' But damn we just made it So much to discuss so frustrated Yes, I must say that the industry lost touch Radio better play this, cause Tay's style is nuts And y'alls is just dated Its history in the making When I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen And now I'm making my name for those who hate that I'm Staking my claim just like Nationwide Radio, them suckas never play us Took our wax to the station and they straight played us That's how the game got contaminated And now they sayin' we're at fault like the San Andreas [Rapper Big Pooh] And still trying to play us But not spin the record or disc I got a fire burning deep that will not be extinguished I mean this from the depths of my soul People no more mind talk let my heart take control (ohhhhh) [Hook] - Listen to this, just listen to this - Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you what you want - Just listen to this, just listen to this - I'm talking you, you, you, and all of you in the back And in the middle in the front, come on [Rapper Big Pooh] Homie, this here is pain I'm speaking on this pitiful thing That's now forever stained in the banks of my memory You probably like, 'they running this, b' But naw, I'll doubt we'll ever be Its funny cats don't remember me And don't think cause we all here that its gonna be all we Or all love, its all bugged Trying to mask them emotions with pounds and hugs No more I say gotta make'em pay Cause I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the worst way just wait These chips on my shoulder gettin' stacked When my pockets catch up Pooh's never turning back [Phonte] Yo I ain't never heard a actor blow and go global Then come back home and still be called local And when we onstage the people they all front Dope beats, dope rhymes what more do y'all want (shout it out) [Hook] "Ladies and gentlemen Our next performer needs absolutely no introduction He's given the world such classic hits as *Roller Love* and *Big Girl Lovin'* Please welcome one of soul music's pioneers Mr. Percy Miracles"