Little Brother

Little Brother - Tension

rate me

And we do it like this, y'all

All day, everytime don't miss y'all

It's Little Brother, Phonte don't quit y'all

It's Big Pooh, 9th Wonder on the shit y'all (LB, baby)

It's like this, it's like that, keep it goin on (you know we back)

It's like this, it's like that, keep it goin on

(... tension on y'all niggaz)

(f'real) What you think this shit is, man?

I'm ready to fight, every last hatin-ass, fakin-ass

Blantant-ass stoytellin pussy magellan

(NO!) You ain't know, I came ready to scrap

I'm a chill-ass nigga 'til you push me black (aight?)(OHH!)

Yeah, that's my nigga there, he got my back

We ride that bitch until the wheels fall off, and the rims gon crack

A-matter of fact, we back on attack

Tay and Pooh rock mics, niggy-9th on the track

The League is here, please beware

We were hungry for a while muh'fuckers, we gon eat this year

(YEAH!) I'm ready to do it, I'm ready for whatever

No matter the weather - rain, sleet, snow, hail, or sunshine

And I'm a get mine, and I'm get right

I don't care what you crab critics write

Despite the fact LB still fat to death

The last ones left STAY holdin your breath, nigga!

Yo, without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw

Never seen, never heard, never did before

I'm feelin tension in the air, yo

But I ain't goin nowhere, we right muh'fuckin here, yo

Check it out, yo Phonte the rap pater familias

Man of constant sorrow that's in the booth killin you niggaz with

A highly flammable style that's burnin your villages

And got everybody runnin cause they see just how real it is

Cause that's what it takes to get through

And all of you faggotty niggaz who fronted, no we won't forget you

*You* tried to fuck around with our sound credentials

But now, when we come around, you sound pre-menstural

I'll bring it to you live when it's time to

But I got bigger things on my mind and I know we gon shine thru

You creepin and I know where to find you

I copped *your* 12-inch, how you let your instrumental out-rhyme you, nigga?

My whole team come through like the task force

Makin niggaz sit down is all we can stand for

You fake fifteen-and-a-half-bar rap stars

Take ya caps off, LB bout to blast off, what?

Yo, without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw

Never seen, never heard, never did before

I'm feelin tension in the air, yo

But we ain't goin nowhere, we right muh'fuckin here, yo

Yo, without a doubt, tun it out, give it to you raw

Never seen, never heard, never did before

I'm feelin tension in the air, yo

But we ain't runnin nowhere, we right muh'fuckin here, yo

Aiyyo, I'm Gon Git You Sucka, every hero needs

Some theme music, and this is mine

You feelin danger, then press rewind

I press incline dead weight MCs', garbage with the rhyme

Let's hit the pedal yo and let's burn out

I see the bitch in some of y'all get your heels and ya best perm out (okay)

I'm hungry like the Wolf of London for a fresh turn-out

That goes out, to each and every last ONE of y'all fag-niggaz

Been tryin to get on for years, now you mad with us

Wanna-be MCs', but better off ad-libbers (uh){both} I jab niggaz...

... who claim they rode with mad killas

I got your album, every joint sound like bad filler

We constantly spinnin, like a set of Pirellis

We retro-fitted like a chick rockin jellies (uh)

It's all from the soul of my belly

You better pick up your celly and let the world know Big Pooh is BACK (nigga, OH!)

We doin this for y'all yo...

And that's wassup

Thanks to Greg for these lyrics

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