Artist: Apollo Brown & O.C. Album: Trophies Song: People's Champ Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com "Man, I'd jump off this roof to get rid of them punks, man Man, give me a- come up boy, I'll knock you and them punks over Gimme a TALL punk man, I'd cut him down to my size, boy (That's alright) Gimme a fat punk man, I'd make that punk.. (Damn boy!) Gimme a 125 of 'em, I take 'em all man" [O.C.] Yo, yo, pre-season is about to start How many rappers put up numbers without bein on the charts? I'm that exceptions to the rules written Who thought my throat was parched and gave up spittin? The epitome who lyrically go down like shots of whiskey Mad muh'fuckers sayin they missed me Tearin over the god like bags of peeled onions Verbal foot in their ass with the athlete's fungus Hit 'em where hurts so good, goin up against the best out Claimin number one in this world, See Rappers with a lot to lose, pop shit and hide behind dudes That's why they're down with crews Conceived in sin, non-matrimony Against the Bible's creed and God rights fully There was a time when I frequent Wet Willie's Down in MIA in the spot with Knick colors yellin.. [Chorus: O.C.] (M.O.P.'s "Ante Up" sample) (BANG! Bang time! It's game time!) Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by (BANG! Bang time! It's game time!) (Get 'em! Get 'em! Get 'em! Get 'em! Hit 'em! Hit 'em! Hit 'em! Hit 'em!) (BANG! Bang time! It's game time!) Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by (BANG! Bang time! It's game time!) (Get 'em! Get 'em! Get 'em! Get 'em! Hit 'em! Hit 'em! Hit 'em! Hit 'em!) [O.C.] On somebody else's tab, I'm paid to rap Apollo solicits the beats, I blaze the tracks These facts are documented on a signed contract New eras go with the flow or just change and adapt Heart of a Spartan, goin against the Persian army Killin me's the only brute force to disarm me Logo been my initials with the crown on top Had the Dow take a plunge, my stock keep risin up, ha The people's champ, modern day Robin Hood Handin out hope in abundance throughout Sherwood But these are concrete jungles not a forest Littered with D's, G's, cut-throats, harlots, whoa Methodical plans, boxed up, sealed, and delivered Given the state of the game to consider I don't do Facebook, MySpace, or Twitter Still analog, stay gettin money on back catalogue It's... [Chorus] [O.C.] Niggaz makin it rain like it's never gon' stop Five years time livin in a cardboard box Think of somethin new to say, everybody swagged out! For the rich to maintain, others are broke, that's facts or based on statistics, look around your district Drugs, murder, rape, crime is big business Just so happens O became an entertainer Dame dropped me a jewel to keep lawyers on retainer Open to advice as long as it makes sense So the dollar that stashed inside the safe, that's great Grindin over time to pu,t food on the plate I keep that blue collar respect so others relate This here union is official, Apollo behind the gun Lettin off the clip and I'm the trigger hittin, no misses Viable intel provided by snitches that rats PC'd behind walls of a prison Aiyyo... [Chorus]