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[Intro: Large Professor] (Edo G) (This magic moment!!!) Yeah man but yo, I'm sayin man we got to We got to, we got to do somethin man just to You know show them people out there man that's coppin them thangs man You know that we appreciate man like a little song or somethin man We gotta do somethin man, know what I'm sayin we gotta get somethin down Or somethin you know real quick, You nah mean, aight man! get on it God!!! [Verse One: Masta Ace] I love you cause you loyal I love you for the fact that you even got my back when I touch foreign soil (WOO!!!) No matter what the city, state or the county The thing that keeps me goin is the fact that you want me I get all your emails and MySpace chats I tried to deny it but I gotta face facts You hold me down when them others ain't around Fairweather friends, love whoever wins Even though I never sold as much as Nasir Jones You still support me like a brassiere You show alot of love to this inner-city dude Even on them days when I'm in a shitty mood Now that's understandin I try to spend a little extra time when I can when you not so demandin Send it all back what I'm about to do Cause this song goes out to you, the fans [Hook: Masta Ace] (Edo G & Large Professor) Writin with no sleep, stayin up all week, waitin till we meet (WE DO IT FOR THE FANS!!!) Trains and airplanes, travelin long range, know that we won't change (WE DO IT FOR THE FANS!!!) Stayin in hotels, grimiest motels, knowin us so well (WE DO IT FOR THE FANS!!!) Studio all night, makin it more tight, damn it feels alright (WE DO IT FOR THE FANS!!!) [Verse Two: Large Professor] Large Professor, your road dog I roll in smog, sleet and hail to see that we prevail Over this nonsense this world be bringin us Still bangin cuts after these years ain't enough We stay in touch all the time y'all Like a fire alarm so harm, can't get the best of us Rightin what's wrong I'mma be there, prepared to physically tear Down to the ground, we hit the stage tryin to put it down Whatever, whenever, we sure to stick the chest out In honor of yours and when the rest get doubt Stand strong for whoever try to steps that route Get burned to a crisp with just a flick of a wrist We resuscitate the modern-day state of this game Can't disclaim the fact we been at it, remain What it is, what it gon' be Knew that we's gon' see the day To hear the crowd yell and said yay! The fans [Hook: Masta Ace] (Edo G & Large Professor) [Verse Three: Edo G] Entertainin could be drainin I'm so praisin, blatant, with this picture that I'm paintin It's for the fans, all audiences In the seats or the stands, Air Forces or in Vans From skateboarders to urban and the city supporters When we on the road crossin boarders Airports, passports This ain't a cradit card game, rap is a cash sport Haters stand clear, genuine love with no fanfare Handshakes, and hugs here It's independent, we don't search labels Signin autographs, picture takin at ther merch table You never swayed left or right, we stood stable That's why I gave you my all, never tried to play you We don't neglect the fans Edo G, Masta Ace, Extra P, really respect the fans [Hook: Masta Ace] (Edo G & Large Professor) [Outro: Edo G] For my peoples worldwide!!! All ghettos!!! All levels!!!! Yeah!!! It's for the fans!!!!!!