Bring Y'all Back - Pete Rock, Little Brother

«Yes I’ve got some good shit to tell you today brothers & sisters

Cause I say were not gonna bullshit about it, were gonna tell it just like it

is»

Yeah… it's JR… LB's Pete Rock… here we go… yeah Little Brother… Scudda

Whatup?

Hello smooth type fellow

Go hard on the paint like a young Carmello

You boys are sweet like J-E double L-O

Things gon' fall off now homie hell no

Before that you catch a fist & a elbow

My timbs do work I can’t do dirt in shelltoes

Raps for sale though, but I’m tryna act cop me a Lac

Laid back with a bitch on Melrose

So get your hatin' on, cause beating me

Your chances are thin like the ice I see you skatin' on

My work’s strong something you couldn’t make it on

Your best idea is something still way beyond

Told y’all cats I’m something like a star

This that shit you gone be bumping out ya car

Hands up double-fisted posted at the bar

It’s your man J-O-E & the PR

If the words didn’t rhyme would it still be rap?

If the needle didn’t grind could DJ’s scratch?

If you didn’t have no verses would you need my tracks?

Pete Rock & Little Brother gone bring y’all back

If the words didn’t rhyme would it still be rap?

If the needle didn’t grind could DJ’s scratch?

If you didn’t have no verses would you need my tracks?

Pete Rock & Little Brother gone bring y’all back

I’m gettin' bu-coo props from these niggas

Who do watch Phon-tigger when here in the booth

Cause nowadays the truth just may get you shot

5 things to the brain get you 2Pac'd

But I’mma get off the mic before it get to hot

Cause when you speak of LB you speak of all stars

Shit’s weak & we probably callin' out yours

Now on my feet before I lived on all fours

Cause I ain’t come to get drunk off ambition

And get stuck, If you gotta problem my instinct

Instructs me to quit fucking around

And bring it to a nigga live in the flesh like Nip/Tuck

Drop 16 then I’m bouncing nigga

We don’t care about that money you was counting nigga

Don’t know me well, Phonte is like Josie Wells

For all you «Brokeback Mountain» niggas, ya know

I got one brother doing time in the pen

Little Brother pen to it’s time reaching in

I gotta reach within to get myself to the pen

I told my brother that he responded with a grin

I knew from that look I had to take it to the chin

A fresh sign of hope to us niggas in the pen

My pen brought light to mommy at wits end

And niggas tryna say that my shit ain’t crisp

These niggas I don’t miss, I just get better

Pooh the trendsetter better scream my name

Justified when I take that aim, it’s no shame

I tell you right now that the kid don’t stop

Pooh & Pete Rock rock harder than the first one

Took time so you niggas had to thirst one

Now we back part 2 no frills

The pen much greater than the sword that’s real

«Ladies & Gentleman»