Little Brother - The Rap Game lyrics

[Rapper Big Pooh - Intro] Yeah... Little Brother, uh.. Khyrsis on the boards with the HEAT! Ah! ' Mega.. Yo.. They wanna know who it is, it's I who doin it Rapper bring it iller than most, no brag, no boast - I tell it like it is Been across the globe, couple records sold Couple hoes lost control, I ain't tryna have kids Tryna have biz - import, export UPS-out sort, minority on 'scort Loyal on the team, got my people's L back My brother Ronnie back, tryna keep him out of court! Keep him out of sorts with the same drug hustle Eight years later, we facin a new struggle Bet it all, black, tryna see my money double Spun it to the red, now I know we all in trouble Rap Game/Crack Game both startin to bubble Both startin to hustle, stack our chips I thought I went straight when we first started out But now I'm lookin back, neither one is legit, sheeit! [Phonte] Yeah...uh.. n***as sayin Phonte's the embodiment Of hip-hop, so when my sh** drop Just cop any verse and watch him body it Leave your team stonefaced like monuments Cross-country - sheeit! I'm cross-continents Take a trip where we get that dough n***as lookin at me like, "Is that so?" But we flip that dough and dip like condiments Cheap n***a, but I still stay confident Hell, I'm only payin taxes and compliments While all of y'all watch me, there's been a murder Y'all should call for the autopsy - or Call the law, somebody should stop me k**in each track is the sh** I'm on QB to NC is how we get it on LB and 'Mega real rap Renaissance - check it out [Cormega] My lyrical sk**s is superior to many arguably Mental energy generate artistry And hip-hop is not deceased, it's dealing with Christ, ironically Yet His calm'll manifest it like a prophesy The art was disregarded for economy They played us, it ain't like the labels let the artist eat They bait us with dreams of dreams escapin poverty VMA'ed ya, yet they pay us like minorites Need to raise up like a Quantum Leap Stay up, ain't no time to sleep Save and buy some property, then cop you a V Acknowledge these j**els are conflict-free I style on you when I rhyme and that was just me The last MC on the track with LB (sheeit!) My rhymes are doper than a crackhead's dream I drew more text than Artest's sheet Which means even the haters must respect my game