Playin To Lose

[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 shit 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 bitch nigga, 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 fuckin 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 skills, I gots to get 'em

Got niggas screaming 'No doubt' like optimism

Stop to give 'em a listen to the way that I be laying tracks easily

Looked at me, he's like (?) when I'm laying back wit

Ready, willing and able raps and soft niggas 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 shit is too hot to handle, stop bitch nigga, 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!