For You Lyrics - Little Brother

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 

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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 

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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 

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