Little Brother

Little Brother - On And On

rate me

Yeah, LB's back in this

Please bear witness

To the one and only Rapper Big Pooh

Phonte, 9th Wonder y'all

Y'all know how we do every time we come out

Check it out uh, yo, uh

They wanna know Pooh and this rap life

They wanna know what it's like not to sleep nights

They wanna do joints, have 'em sound butter

They wanna roll with the League and know Scudda

They wanna know Dilla, they wanna know Dho

Topshop, Missians

They wanna rhyme with 'Te, get beats from P

Be the third member yelling out LB's

They wanna role trip, niggas trip on the roll

Plenty clowns, they wanna know Mike now

They wanna know Po', they wanna know Wu

End '98, they wanna help start something new

They wanna know this hunger, they wanna know

Why hate seems to fuel niggas longer

They wanna know if they can make me quit

Muh'fuckers, I'm built for this, so get your game right

And on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on and on, ohh, ohhhh

They wanna know 9th, they wanna know Pooh

But they ain't tryna know the crazy shit they go through

Like four AM in the booth recording vocals

Or at the club watching fake niggas approach you

They wanna know 'Te, the one that's wild and crazed

Not the nigga with a child to raise

Not that nigga that's dead broke and writes a page

To keep his faith through the long nights and faceless days

Shit, niggas be eyeing me down

Wanna be my appetite for destruction but I'm died in now

Wanna see my team fall out or step out of bounds

So they can try and take control of the crown

But as long as fam is holding me down

It's crunch time with a minute to go

I'm at the baseline stealing the show

And when I make a million or so, still focus on God

Cause rap might decide it don't feel me no more

And on... oooh

You can't stop to the break of dawn

You can't stop no, no

I wanna know joy, get away from pain

Have money in my pocket taking care of things

Not the dookie role-pairing bone or finger rings

But a house with some land, real estate man

I wanna know success, get away from hate and

It's enough food, we all get a plate and

Break bread like Merida and Sunbeam

One team coming through in your speaker for one thing

In a short time went from unsigned and unseen

To outshining you niggas without the sunscreen

We home run hitters, y'all niggas just bun sing

On a quest to make history tryna run things, LB

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