Passionflower - Little Brother

«This is what it’s all about!

Cause I know if I take care of you, you gon' take care of me

And that’s what I’m talkin', 'bout…'bout…'bout…'bout…»

(Phonte)

Yo (1,2)

Shit (Check it out now)

Tired of these hoes.

(You're now in tune to the sounds…)

.talkin shit

All in my business (of the finest)

Runnin they mouth and shit

Knahmean?

(Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder)

Like that

I’m 'bout to let y’all know a lil' somethin

(Little Brother) Me and my nigga Tay

9th Wonder, y’all (Keep it goin, y’all)

Yo…

(On and on)

Now on the outside lookin in, it’s a lot easier

To see why niggas like me can’t win

Cause the bullshit lies in friends so-called

In the middle of my shit, kind of miss you are

Pissin me off to the point where, I cain’t think

I cain’t eat, I cain’t sleep — just drink

And try to drown my life away

Muh’fuckers keep callin — damn, go away!

And let me be by myself, it’s my problem, not nobody else

Stop callin GNO cause advice won’t help

I’m in a tight situation, you dig?

I had plans for us to grow together, have a couple of kids

Wit a three-story house, yard front and back

Plant flowers in the spring, but you changed all that

You ask where we go from here, I don’t know all that

All I know is right here where I’m 'sposed to be at

YOU figure it out!

KEEP my name outcho mouth!

Yaknahmsayin?

Stay out my shit

Let me be me, let me DO me

Let me do my thang, tired of you hoes

Always got somethin to say, addin some extra shit (for real)

Knahmsayin?

I don’t need your input

Let me handle mine (Yaknahmsayin?)

Feel me

Ay-y-y-yo, I understand a hate for a nigga

But why you have to go and turn snake on a nigga?

Smile one day then get fake on a nigga

Runnin, ya fuckin mouth turn states on a nigga

Like, Sammy the Bull, let’s examine the full

Spectrum of your deception, the scandalous tools

That hold jewels when they wanna get fickle on you

Get jealous, call wifey then drop two nickels on you

Don’t even act like I done shitted on you

How you gon' do me like that when my woman used to ride in

My deepest secrets I confide in

And at your crib, I reside in when shit got hard

Mom DUKES even to' me apart

She said, «Boy, you might THINK she pullin for you, but it’s all a facade»

She ain’t tryna see you get none of that free money

That Baby Gap shoppin spree money

That California Beni B. money

«The Listening» royalty check CD money

The LB, J-League money

The long dough, so your family won’t be hungry

Sit down and takin all the wisdom that you leave from me

I shoulda listened to moms

Instead of all these funny niggas greasin my palms, go ring the alarm

But ain’t no need for me to stay around it

Or next verse I’m droppin GOVERNMENT NAMES and ain’t gon' be so fuckin vague

about it!

Word up!

Yaknahmsayin, man?

This shit is a trip

Just to see how, three niggas can just come up with somethin

In such a short amount of time and.

Just see all the hate that’ll come out of that shit

Heh, yaknahmsayin?

My nigga told me one time

You ever wanna know how many enemies you got

Think about your no-good friends and double that shit

This shit is real, man.

We gon' keep doin it

Fuck that, LB to the end, baby

Let’s keep it movin

It’s like that, y’all…