Roll Call Feat. Jozeemo, Chaundon & Joe Scudda

Uh, give me a second, I'm having a nigga moment
 Jo' reaching under the shirt's your first omen
 We man up, y'all niggas is still zoning
 I'm on my third hustle while niggas is still yawning
 Five in the morning, out of town cell phone
 Roaming on my Philly shit, beard need coaming
 Work's never done, fake niggas need bitching
 Set off a pistol whipping, trigger finger still itching
 Pots in the kitchen, 'caine needs cooking
 As long niggas balling, Jo' Gutta still jooking
 I see the crowd looking, I thought he was a rapper?
 That's part-time bitch, I'm an AK clapper
 Dress code's something like the opposite of dapper
 Send a black rose to your mother and your pastor
 I'm after, everything I feel that I'm due
 On the grind 'til I feel that I'm through
 Even though I moved out of NYC I'm the realest
 Transferred to Central Carolina Phyllis
 The world black and white but a nigga dream of color
 Like blue and cream wallies, I'm a rock 'em this summer
 Took a few losses, had a little setback
 Reparation time, dude for the get-back
 Had a premonition, I'd be the illest spitting
 Shut down Webster's, become the definition
 Used to have more +Nightmares+ than +Dana Dane+
 A voice woke me up and told me to change the game
 Never second guessed it, rose to my feet
 Metronome flow, huh, controlling the beat
 The heart of the street, put my vocal chords in a frame
 Hang it up because it's art when I speak
 Don't need to autograph it, my verse is the signature
 Now open up the calorie doors
 I never should have rolled the dice
 Now I'm trapped off in the game (in the game)
 No matter how you live your life
 Some shit don't never change (never change)
 I'm here for the money and the power
 Y'all keep that fuckin fame (fuck the fame)
 Either way when I leave this bitch
 You gon' know my fuckin name
 Yeah, so come with it, Joey done shitted
 Best to do it and damn near best that did it
 Nine-one-nine on the wrist and the fitted
 Probably know I capped, lil homie don't forget it
 Put the bait out and you bit it
 Fuck around with me, catch a bald like Riddick
 Or bald like Jackson, time for some action
 If you asking, I ain't with all the rassling
 I'm about moving, I ain't with the losing
 As a fly-by I'm still cool cause I'm cruising
 What you think you doing? I might have to ruin
 Better catch up homie, come get with the movement
 (Better tell 'em bout it) H-O-J, they don't play
 That's my team, this my day
 Crown City boy, that's where I stay
 And we the best out, that's what they say
 Uh, niggas always wanna talk about money
 Told y'all I came with Dho/dough, young'n you ain't know?
 Toured the world with my group Lil' Bro'
 That means I'm professional, who's next to blow?
 You just standing in a shadow
 Hurt pride like I stole your mojo
 I'm so thoro, get a book, maybe I'll explain
 How I maintain, do this with no strain
 Huh, you do it with no gain
 And they tryna put us on the same plain
 No disrespect, that's a disconnect
 I achieve milestones you ain't even seen yet
 Been a couple places you ain't even dreamed yet
 Six years later, how quick we forget
 And yet, there's still not one comparison
 That they compared me to that I ain't much better than, my nigga
 Yeah, haha
 HOJ, that's the muh'fuckin movement
 Yeah, uh, that's the muh'fuckin unit
 J.O., Doovie, Jozee', Rapper
 Sean Boog, what up? Khrysis, what up?
 D-Brock, Big Dho