Rapper Big Pooh - Nothing Less lyrics

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So everybody put your shades on

Poobie came to show "Love" like "Faizon"

Every bar that I carve is amaz-on

Wack niggas can't seem to feel our play on

A lil' spice in my swag, call it Cajun

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Save some, save none at the same time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore I grind

Outshine most niggas, call 'em all suns/sons

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Rapper, your favourite rapper, this is no "Pun"

"Big Daddy", no "Kane", get the job done

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

And I'm a show you how the South was won

So check it out

This is the part where we run Hip Hop

And we don't need props, we know we the shit

This is the part where we run Hip Hop

So get them ends hot

I'm yelling all my real niggas, "keep moving"

My real bitches, "keep moving"

I promise I'm a "keep moving"

If they don't, "we do it"

The best (Hip Hop)

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

I'm on the road, you at the crib just scribbling

Your best sentence was doing your bid

I'm through with you kids, like Brenda

I don't want to have to trash bin ya

When Ab enter, cats get they raps injured

Without no reason they be out the whole season

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

I'm at where you can't come like no semen

No homo, just admire the power

I'm so visual, give you an "Eiffel" like "tower"

Huh, but you can never see me

Black tear compliment my black lips in the Lamborghini

Puffing a spliff big as a branch

After I spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Jay Rock got flows

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Running Hip Hop like 'Pac in his prime

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Look, I do it BIG like B.I.

Nigga I'm the shit, I've doing this since knee high

No I'm not TIP but I stay on my T.I.

These fake ass rappers steady acting like devise

I'm a live and die in Cali

What's beef? Chew through that like rallies

Got hoes, work 'em out like ballies

Do shows, flip dough like patties

I ain't just rapping, I can make it happen

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Lyrical homicide when I write

No bullshit, I'm Mike with the mic

Never pledge allegiance, God given flow

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Give me a reason why I'm not the best breathing

They worship the ground I walk on, though I'm harder than cement

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Portable handgun, who want to test?

I can pass out many Scantrons, fail many students

Tryna play the truest, dumber than Three Stooges

Hummers, we steady cruising like time do

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

When I'm through, I'll probably let you take it back

Like my old prom suit that I wore with the tag

Rap giant, get you little locality smashed

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I like bitches with fat booties but never half-ass

When I'm working for certain, I'm hurting the game

I said I'm hurting her

Pooh! I couldn't help it nigga

I had to put a verse this muh'fucker

This shit classic nigga

Feel this, uh, for Hip Hop, for Hip Hop

For real Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop