[Intro - Phonte]

Yea one two ya'll we about to set this like this on em

Little Brother, Justus league, Phonte, Big Pooh and it

Hey yo yo



[Verse 1 - Phonte]

Once again what you're hearing now is Phonte's

Power steering style, I'm killing niggas at will 

Freestyle legend act, capture the ears of show veterans

When the stakes got raised like brown letterin

Down to the exact scale measurements, time to

Let these motherfuckers know exactly what it is I represent

Real rhymes, you prone to remember me, I roam 

Like a cell phone in Italy in search of the real shit

Was lookin for niggas who could reck laws and 

Rhyme for they personal pleasure till four in the morn

With my back and my chest sore and never have to press

Pause till I stop the tape and hit em with a yes ya'll

Phonte still considered the best deliverer of threat

Troubled nigga got more issues then jet

If you a showin put your stage up, cornball niggas 

Throw your maze up, Microsoft niggas say word and page up 

To this new style that's about to open doors 

Carolina sickness that I wrote with force

Then smack a nigga like he broke his jaws, on the real man

Y'all niggas out there is just a hopeless cause



[Chorus]

Right now, what you need 

Phonte true in deed

Little Brother on the mic 

About to rock it for you



[Verse 2 - Big Pooh]

You nice as this, so I'm a verbal chemist

Scientist on the mic yo societies menace

Hip-hop's Popeye and the beats is spinach

No need for olive oil cause her feets is lemon

Overlooking blue notes cause they speech is gimmick

Give a fuck about your car if the jeep is rented

You cheap nigga, it ain't even got features in it

Like to talk about money when you can't even spend it

This is real life and there's more things that's hollow

The tips that chicks swallow throw up tomorrow

Or shells that pierce chests leaving niggas to death

Whispering last words and taking their last breath

Only the mimic emcees is left 

Watch em search the earth so they can grieve what's left

Even every rappers know we the best of the best

I'm the reason why most of ya'll keep tapes in ya decks



[Chorus]

Right now, what you need 

Big Pooh, true in deed

Little Brother on the mic 

About to rock it for you

It's for you

Ohh Ohh, Ohh Ohh

It's time to settle the score

Little Brother on the mic 

About to rock it for you



[Verse 3 - Phonte & Big Pooh]



[Phonte]

Now for the low low price of only 8.99 

Witness Phonte slice a phony, and spit a rhyme 

That will settle your bets in 30 measures or less

I stay ahead of the rest with incredible text



[Big Pooh]

We fire off like its New Year's Eve, Pooh is here for

Sucka emcees, this year I made it hard to breathe

I'm the shit so your squad can't leave, got them waiting 

To applaud in the club, standing tall like trees 



[Phonte]

Making the crowd cheer massively, I tell niggas 

Ya'll ain't wack, y'all just sound wack rhyming after me

Cause I'm the most magnificent, life is a blessing 

And I'm living it, for better worse or indifferent



[Big Pooh]

Thugs getting open to me, and yo mad 

Hands up in the air like I told them to freeze

9th Wonder on the boards, who it supposed to be

Rock bottom to the calm standing close to me



Ya'll niggas know ya'll out of there, come on with the real 

Ya'll niggas faking the funk, come with it



[Chorus]



Right now, what you need 

Big Pooh, true in deed

Little Brother on the mic 

About to rock it for you

It's for you

Ohh Ohh, Ohh Ohh

It's time to settle the score

Little Brother on the mic 

About to rock it for you