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Little brother

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    [Intro] [Big Pooh Speaking]
    Yeah, Rapper Big Pooh. 9th Wonder on the tridack.
    It's like this it's like thidat. Shit what you like huh?
    Yeah, huh, this goes out...yeah you you you you, yeah.

    [Verse One]
    When was the last time, you heard a cat like me?
    Over grooves, niggas sound so sweet
    Make you rock on the balls of your feet
    And the world clap
    Sorry ladies, not the big time yet
    Rapper Pooh, big threat
    Hope you ready get set
    Cause I'm always on mark, I've never missed a point
    When I'm composing pieces
    Check the status on my latest thesis
    Willing to work for my piece of paper
    Not now ma, maybe later
    We on the road tryin' to get greater
    Trippin' to every spot
    Minivan keep a head bop
    Make a mistake and you get got
    We clown the whole trip
    Weak hearts couldn't handle this
    The LB team swing the hatchet like Serena with a tennis racket
    You underdogs if you in our bracket
    Every year we get a letter jacket
    So what you like huh?

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    [Chorus] [Phonte]
    We makin' moves
    We doin' joints
    East coast, west coast, make sure you get the point
    It's whatcha like
    It's whatcha need
    It's Little Brother holdin' down for the Justus League
    We makin' moves
    We rockin' shows
    East coast, West coast, in your videos
    It's whatcha like
    It's whatcha need
    Don't ever step to Little Brother or the Justus League

    [Verse Two] [Big Pooh]
    Who you know rock a 9th track
    With so much precision?
    Dr. Pooh about to make the incision
    Verses me, that's a bad decision
    Stop, think about it
    You in the mix with highly touted
    Left jab, right hook and you finished
    No sweat
    We make this just in case you forget
    I'm on that Roy Jones shit, three fourth every time I'm out
    Now give me mine or I won't pull a rhyme out
    It's sixteen for them bench players
    You never get in the game
    Don't be mad, whatever haters
    Niggas still tryin' to frustrate us
    Talkin' crazy like them niggas made us
    And takin' all the credit
    Every rhyme I wrote, I said it
    And every 9th track, we set it
    And blessed her too
    It's one time for the whole crew
    J. League blow the spot
    So tell me what you like dude

    [Chorus]

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