Little Brother - Playin To Lose lyrics

[Rapper Big Pooh] Yeah, my mic on? We recording? Ok, just wanted to make sure Cheah, uh, Rapper, Tigga Uh, you know what it is man I got a pen that write heavy, sword that swing light Howard Hughes on the mic, that's right Poobie take flight when he write, I shine so bright Brilliant cut, you can put me in the light VVS, I don't think cause I am the best I ain't just talking sh** to impress My swagger's mean, at the bar and my cup is green You want to know? HOJ's the team, back drinking You want to know? Rapper Pooh back stinking Middle finger up if you ever call me weakling I'm peaking and it's just the right time This just the right rhyme, just the right line Lean a little close and I'm sure you might find Fine print, I'm ahead of my time, now bring it back They like 'Pooh, why you do me like that?' I don't know, that's the way I attack you b**h n***a, let's go! [Hook: Phonte] {X2} Somebody should've told your man the rules I got a whole team full of animals That's more than ready, willing to handle you Cause if you f**in with us homie, you playin to lose [Phonte] I'm sending this to all rhymers Y'all should forget about it like a mobster with Alzheimer's It's a LB banger, got your spot bubblin Roll your windows down and turn your volume up a bit Everybody lovin it when Phonte rock the rhythm Five-nine, kind of stocky with him Wack MC's with no sk**s, I gots to get 'em Got n***as screaming 'No doubt' like optimism Stop to give 'em a listen to the way that I be laying tracks easily You to me, it's like DVD to Betamax when I'm laying back wit Ready, willing and able raps and soft n***as don't want to play with that LB got them jams that knock In the UK where you say 'Your mans is hot' Down in Brickston, all the way to Camden locked This sh** is too hot to handle, stop b**h n***a, let's go! [Hook] {X2} [Phonte] Yes, yes One time for your mind Phonte, Big Pooh My man on the guitar, sounding so sweet It's Hip Hop music, the creators LB, one time Yeah!