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Little Brother
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For You
作词:Phonte Coleman, Patrick Douthit, Thomas Jones
Yeah, one two y'all we about to set this like this on 'em Little Brother, Justus league, Phonte, Big Pooh and it, hey yo yo
Once again what you're hearing now is Phonte's Power steering style, I'm killing niggas at will Freestyle legend act, capture the ears of show veterans When the stakes got raised like brown letterin'
Down to the exact scale measurements Time to let these motherfuckers know exactly what it is I represent real rhymes, you prone to remember me I roam like a cell phone in Italy in search of the real shit
Was lookin' for niggas who could reck laws and Rhyme for they personal pleasure till four in the mornin' With my back and my chest sore and never have To press pause till I stop the tape and hit 'em with a yes y'all
Phonte still considered the best deliverer of threat Troubled nigga got more issues then jet If you a showin' put your stage up, cornball niggas Throw your maze up, Microsoft niggas say word and page up
To this new style that's about to open doors Carolina sickness words I wrote with force Then smack a nigga like he broke his jaws, on the real man Y'all niggas out there is just a hopeless 'cause
Right now, what you need Phonte true in deed Little Brother on the mic About to rock it for you
You nice as this, so I'm a verbal chemist Scientist on the mic yo societies menace Hip-hop's Popeye and the beats is spinach No need for olive oil 'cause her feets is lemon
Overlooking blue notes 'cause they speech is gimmick Give a fuck about your car, if the jeep is rented You cheap nigga, it ain't even got features in it Like to talk about money when you can't even spend it
This is real life and there's more things that's hollow The tips that chicks swallow throw up tomorrow Or shells that pierce chests leaving niggas to death Whispering last words and taking their last breath
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Only the mimic emcees is left Watch 'em search the earth so they can grieve what's left Even every rappers know we the best of the best I'm the reason why most of y'all keep tapes in ya decks
Right now, what you need Big Pooh, true in deed Little Brother on the mic About to rock it for you
It's for you, oh oh, oh oh It's time to settle the score Little Brother on the mic About to rock it for you
Now for the low, low price of only eight ninety-nine Witness Phonte slice a phony, and spit a rhyme That will settle your bets in thirty measures or less I stay ahead of the rest with incredible text
We fire off like its New Year's Eve, Pooh is here for Sucka emcees, this year I made it hard to breathe I'm the shit so your squad can't leave, got them waiting To applaud in the club, standing tall like trees
Making the crowd cheer massively, I tell niggas Y'all ain't wack, y'all just sound wack rhyming after me 'Cause I'm the most magnificent, life is a blessing And yo, I'm living it, for better worse or indifferent
Thugs getting open to me, and yo mad Hands up in the air like I told them to freeze Ninth Wonder on the boards, who it supposed to be Rock bottom to the calm standing close to me
Y'all niggas know y'all out of there, come on with the real Y'all niggas faking the funk, come with it
Right now, what you need Big Pooh, true in deed Little Brother on the mic About to rock it for you
It's for you, oh oh, oh ohh It's time to settle the score Little Brother on the mic About to rock it for you
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