All We Got
M.O. Littles Lyrics


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Ye-yeah, one more time, one last number
Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
We startin' it right now, let's get it goin', Big Pooh, uh

My attitude real shitty, temper short
My mind cluttered like the streets of New York
I ain't tryin' to take a "L" 'cause I casually fought
This shit, real serious not casual sport

Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park
And even in the day sometimes it's dark
And that cloud hoverin' low is not the worst part

Second guessin' yourself, tryin' to remain sharp
See niggas blowin' up, who ain't got yo, spark, uh
And that alone is a burden to carry
Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried

And rap keep plenty room in the cemetery
Pull out your Blackberry's, change yo itineraries
I mean you could be the shit today
Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away

And homey, on the real, ain't nothin' you can say
That's why I work hard now, got later to lay
In the sands on the beach, mixin' drinks wit Belvy
The world gon' remember my name, motherfuckers

Now they heard some of yo' songs and peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga
Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my nigga

But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers
We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

I tried to work with niggas, don't wanna jerk them niggas
But everybody runnin' around thinkin' they murderers
Gave birth to niggas and when I burp them niggas
The spit up old lines that I fed to them earlier

And this is what the state of hip-hop is like
I'm thinkin', "Damn, this cannot be right"
And I agree that everybody's a biter but if you Xerox the style
Then that's infringin' on my copy, right?

It's the bottom of the 9th with no extra innings
And we all in the game tryin' to collect our pennants
And from the old school, I'm a direct descendant
And y'all can feel it at the end of each and every sentence

'Cause underground rap is just incense and gimmicks
An image, they phone in for ten cents a minute
I knew that since I entered, the rap game, my style
Would have niggas takin' it back but what about now?

I think about the youth and how their minds are so closed
'Cause now "Rap City" look like "Video Soul"
And that's a sad state of affairs but no need to despair
'Cause we the next ones that's takin' it there, ya know

Now they heard some of yo songs and peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga
Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my nigga

But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers
We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

A note to my opponents, yeah, I got now
And I always got next 'cause I seize every moment
I'm an opportunist with ambition, keep an eye
On that number one spot before it wind up missin'

And the heart of this being is the art of MC-in'
I feel I'm God with the flow 'cause people started believin'
Huh, so what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?
Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead, smile for paparazzi

This is how I get down, got a crib in every hood
So I'm always the hottest nigga in town
Hate it or love it, who fuckin' with our music?
Yeah, y'all niggas are the shit when it comes to bowel movements

Pooh showed and proved it, can't sleep on his game
'Te converted all the currency with foreign exchange
Up next to rock the booth is a rapper named Chaundon
The Bronx Borough President with "No Excuses"

Doubtin' me is foolish, don't ask who produced this
Knowin' damn well only 9th can do this, huh
It's no secret, Lyor even know
When me and Little Brother flow, it's guaranteed another video

Now they heard some of yo songs and peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga
Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my nigga

But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers
We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers

On behalf of myself, Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
And the whole cast of 'The Minstrel Show'
I wanna thank y'all for watchin' this shit
I ain't gon' front, only reason I took this job
'Cause I need the money, I don't need, yo, I ain't gon' front

I don't give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg, I-I gotta be real
Y'all really wanna know how I feel about 'The Minstrel Show'?




Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN?
These goddamn crackers get on my motherfuck

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "All We Got" by M.O. Littles are a reflection of the artist's attitudes towards the music industry and the state of hip-hop. The first verse of the song explains that M.O. Littles is not willing to lose, even if it means fighting for it. He describes his mind as cluttered with thoughts, and he can be confrontational when needed. The second verse touches upon how he feels conflicted when he sees other artists get famous while he still struggles. He talks about the pressure of remaining relevant and the burden that comes with being in the hip-hop industry.


The chorus of the song speaks on how M.O. Littles' music is different from others. Listeners may think they know what to expect from his music, but he is always trying new things that prove to be impressive. He explains that he does not care who is next because he is focused on the present, and he is striving to be the best he can be.


The third verse of the song talks about the lack of creativity and originality in hip-hop. He believes that everyone in the industry is biting off of each other, and that hip-hop has lost its authentic style. He then alludes to the struggles that the youth face thanks to the state of the genre. Finally, M.O. Littles ends the song on a note of gratitude towards his fans and coworkers.


Line by Line Meaning

Ye-yeah, one more time, one last number
Let's give it one more try, one final performance


My attitude real shitty, temper short
I have a bad attitude and easily get angry


My mind cluttered like the streets of New York
My thoughts are chaotic and disorganized


I ain't tryin' to take a 'L' 'cause I casually fought
I don't want to lose because I fought half-heartedly


This shit, real serious not casual sport
This is a serious matter, not a casual game


Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
I let time pass as I write down my thoughts


And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park
I feel like I'm going fast in life, but I'm not really progressing


And even in the day sometimes it's dark
Even during daylight, I feel a sense of darkness


And that cloud hoverin' low is not the worst part
The cloud hanging over me is not the most challenging aspect


Second guessin' yourself, tryin' to remain sharp
Doubting yourself and trying to stay focused


See niggas blowin' up, who ain't got yo, spark, uh
Witnessing others achieving success without possessing your talent


And that alone is a burden to carry
That alone is a heavy responsibility


Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried
You'll either become stronger or be overwhelmed by the pressure


And rap keep plenty room in the cemetery
The rap industry has a lot of artists who have been forgotten


Pull out your Blackberry's, change yo itineraries
Take out your Blackberry phones and adjust your plans


I mean you could be the shit today
You could be successful today


Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away
But tomorrow, your fame could be gone


And homey, on the real, ain't nothin' you can say
Honestly, there's nothing you can do or say


That's why I work hard now, got later to lay
That's why I work hard now because I want to enjoy the future


In the sands on the beach, mixin' drinks wit Belvy
Relaxing on the beach and enjoying cocktails with Belvy


The world gon' remember my name, motherfuckers
I'm determined to leave a lasting impact and be remembered


Now they heard some of yo' songs and peeped you from the side
People have listened to your music and observed you from a distance


And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
They have seen your music videos and noticed your luxurious car


Chill and we know what to expect, my nigga
We are not surprised or impressed, we know what to anticipate


Done seen it all before, I ain't impressed, my nigga
We have seen it all before, we are not impressed


But they heard some of our songs and peeped us from the side
But when they listened to our songs and observed us from a distance


And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
And attended our concerts and witnessed our hard work


Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers
Relax, this is our true style and approach


We don't care who got next, this is now, motherfuckers
We don't care who comes after us, we are focused on the present


I tried to work with niggas, don't wanna jerk them niggas
I tried collaborating with other artists, but they didn't reciprocate


But everybody runnin' around thinkin' they murderers
But everyone is pretending to be tough and dangerous


Gave birth to niggas and when I burp them niggas
I mentored and influenced these artists, but they regurgitate my old ideas


The spit up old lines that I fed to them earlier
They are using old lyrics that I gave them in the past


And this is what the state of hip-hop is like
This is the current state of the hip-hop industry


I'm thinkin', 'Damn, this cannot be right'
I'm thinking this situation is unacceptable


And I agree that everybody's a biter but if you Xerox the style
I acknowledge that everyone copies, but if you completely copy someone's style


Then that's infringin' on my copy, right?
Then you are infringing on my originality, isn't that true?


It's the bottom of the 9th with no extra innings
It feels like the final moments of a game with no more chances


And we all in the game tryin' to collect our pennants
We are all competing in the game, trying to earn our rewards


And from the old school, I'm a direct descendant
I come from the old school of hip-hop, I'm a direct successor


And y'all can feel it at the end of each and every sentence
You can sense the authenticity and passion in my every word


'Cause underground rap is just incense and gimmicks
Underground rap is filled with fake personas and gimmicks


An image, they phone in for ten cents a minute
They fake an image and rely on it for a small profit


I knew that since I entered, the rap game, my style
I knew from the beginning that my style would stand out


Would have niggas takin' it back but what about now?
People used to appreciate my style, but what about now?


I think about the youth and how their minds are so closed
I reflect on the younger generation's closed-mindedness


'Cause now 'Rap City' look like 'Video Soul'
Because now, rap shows resemble soul music shows


And that's a sad state of affairs but no need to despair
It's a unfortunate situation, but we shouldn't lose hope


'Cause we the next ones that's takin' it there, ya know
Because we are the ones who will bring it to the next level


A note to my opponents, yeah, I got now
A message to my rivals, I have the present


And I always got next 'cause I seize every moment
And I am prepared for the future because I make the most of every opportunity


I'm an opportunist with ambition, keep an eye
I am ambitious and always on the lookout for opportunities


On that number one spot before it wind up missin'
I want to secure the top position before it's gone


And the heart of this being is the art of MC-in'
Being an MC is at the core of my identity and passion


I feel I'm God with the flow 'cause people started believin'
I have confidence in my rap abilities because people started to believe in me


Huh, so what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?
So what if I'm arrogant, who will be able to hinder me?


Twist hoes, leave 'em knock kneed, smile for paparazzi
I entertain women, leaving them weak in the knees and posing for photos


This is how I get down, got a crib in every hood
This is my lifestyle, I own a house in every neighborhood


So I'm always the hottest nigga in town
Therefore, I'm always considered the most popular person in town


Hate it or love it, who fuckin' with our music?
Whether you hate or love it, who can compete with our music?


Yeah, y'all niggas are the shit when it comes to bowel movements
You guys are only impressive when it comes to bodily functions


Pooh showed and proved it, can't sleep on his game
Big Pooh demonstrated his talent, can't underestimate his skills


'Te converted all the currency with foreign exchange
Phonte successfully adapted his style and gained international recognition


Up next to rock the booth is a rapper named Chaundon
The next person to impress on the microphone is a rapper named Chaundon


The Bronx Borough President with 'No Excuses'
Chaundon represents the Bronx and delivers his music without any excuses


Doubtin' me is foolish, don't ask who produced this
It's foolish to doubt me, don't even ask who produced this track


Knowin' damn well only 9th can do this, huh
Knowing very well that only 9th Wonder can create such music


It's no secret, Lyor even know
It's not a secret, even Lyor Cohen is aware


When me and Little Brother flow, it's guaranteed another video
Whenever Little Brother and I rap together, it's certain to result in another music video


On behalf of myself, Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
Speaking on behalf of myself and fellow artists Phonte, Big Pooh, and 9th Wonder


And the whole cast of 'The Minstrel Show'
And the entire cast of our album 'The Minstrel Show'


I wanna thank y'all for watchin' this shit
I want to express gratitude to all of you for supporting us


I ain't gon' front, only reason I took this job
I won't lie, the only reason I accepted this opportunity


'Cause I need the money, I don't need, yo, I ain't gon' front
Is because I need the money, I won't pretend otherwise


I don't give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg, I-I gotta be real
I don't care if the network decides to cancel my show, I have to stay true to myself


Y'all really wanna know how I feel about 'The Minstrel Show'?
Do you really want to know my true opinion about 'The Minstrel Show'?


Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN?
Do you really want to know my true feelings about UBN?


These goddamn crackers get on my motherfuck
These offensive white individuals irritate me




Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: F. ST. OMER, P. COLEMAN, P. DOUTHIT, T. JONES

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Comments from YouTube:

M.O. Littles

I still love this track and video. Much love for the love!

Julian Wolansky

Nice work boys!! Miss Europe, this brings me back to playing with you both there. Solid work!

Done Deal

Dope track, dope vid! Quality HipHop!

Divo

My fav track on the mixtape homie. Nice work.

Thomas Kragh

Sicknature!!!!

RONIN BEATS

Great !!

Wookash1111

Dope!

duediligencemusic

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"

Uplift

BANG!!

Joey Karma

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