YOUNG RJ - Nothing Less lyrics

[Rapper Big Pooh] So everybody put your shades on Poobie came to show +Love+ like +Faizon+ Every bar that I carve is amaz-on Wack n***as 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 sh**, 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 n***as, 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'mma show you how the South was won So check it out [Hook: K. Dot] This is the part where we run Hip Hop And we don't need props, we know we the sh** This is the part where we run Hip Hop So get them ends hot I'm yelling all my real n***as, "keep moving" My real b**hes, "keep moving" I promise I'mma "keep moving" If they don't, "we do it" The best (Hip Hop) I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less [Ab-Soul] 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 h*mo, 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 n***as be swimming to get to land, damn [Hook] [Jay Rock] Jay Rock got flows I'm k**ing '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 n***a I'm the sh**, I've doing this since knee high No I'm not TIP but I stay on my T.I These fake a** rappers steady acting like devise I'mma 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 bullsh**, I'm Mike with the mic [Hook] [K. Dot] 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 pa** 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 your little locality smashed Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat I like b**hes with fat booties but never half-a** When I'm working for certain, I'm hurting the game I said I'm hurting her Pooh! I couldn't help it n***a I had to put a verse this muh'f**er This sh** cla**ic n***a Feel this, uh, for Hip Hop, for Hip Hop For real Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop