On the Marquee Lyrics

[Intro - Phonte - talking] (*echo*) And once again Phontigga Rapper Pooh Joe Scudda Chaundon Statik Selektah on the beat Let's go [Verse 1 - Rapper Big Pooh] Let's get a few things clear, listen up my dear I'm tryin to move units through the hemisphere Know I appear, as a regular cat Who's in his beginnings and just startin to rap You can check my track, record is long This ain't my first time, composin a song I toured the world, had a couple of deals You can look at my weight, I ain't miss no meals I displace skill So you can stop with your questions, it's time to chill That's one of my titles, known by your idols Since my arrival, a musical revival I hate I had to set you straight This interview's over, you can stop the tape I guess it's fashionable to be late There's plenty fans out there though, who can't wait [Chorus - Chaundon] See my name in lights, there you are Your boy's a star, I'm on the marquee I paid my dues, put in my work Can't tell me nothin, I know what I'm worth Don't miss the call, baby doll Cause most of all, I'm on the marquee Read my interviews, posted blogs (aw baby) Traveled the world, they know who we are [Verse 2 - Joe Scudda] Yeah I got my tux on In the city where the people keep Chucks on (Cali) And they told me, that they don't see My name on the list, so I'm stuck home In a brand new suit (look), my girl look cute (woo) I done spent my dough, rentin a brand new coupe Just tryin to splurge, park my shit on the curb I thought I was A-list, I feel like a nerd (damn) Guess that's what I get for tryin to do what the stars do So I'm a do me, go and hit up a bar or two (woo) Fuck drinkin champagne Give me Jack D. on the rocks, DJ spinnin, doin his damn thang (come on) Playin some dope shit, nobody has heard about No flyers for the party, strictly on word of mouth (yeah) And wouldn't ya know, that the place that I ain't wanna go The same place they got love for Joe (okay) So come and party with me (woo) [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Phonte] Uh, hey I've been from New York to Oakland and back To Carolina, where we used to be the openin act Now them hoes that was jokin way back Be at our shows, sittin ringside, where Mean Gene Okerlund at With a smile on, face to flirt Name tag and her khakis on, cause she came straight from work Just to scream in the front row and tell me that she love it Won't call me Phontigga, she call me by my government Name, it's a shame when people are seen strugglin Just you don't, nigga waste your money out in the public Please, I don't do this shit for the perks I do this rap shit for the work And even when them ASCAP checks is berserk I'm in the bank, tellin my money 'keep quiet,' like it's talkin in church Don't need to make a killin, just need to make a livin Got fans, got plans, plus my name is on the building How you feelin nigga? [Chorus] They know who we are ...Statik Selektah f/ Chaundon, Joe Scudda, Little Brother - On the Marquee - http://motolyrics.com/statik-selektah-f-chaundon-joe-scudda-little-brother/on-the-marquee-lyrics.html