Good evening ladies and gentleman, this is Eddie Hendricks the legend

I want to thank y'all for comin' out this evening

And I'm sorry 'bout that $2 coverage charge, but we have to pay the entertainment

As I present to you Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder

So y'all just put yo hands together as we bring to the stage, Little Brother

Little Brother, y'all go 'head and do a little somethin' for 'em







Hey, I flew in from NC to keep us movin' on schedule

Nap, gold shit, I came unforgettable

Writin' on the plane, these words is barely legible

But once again back is the incredible



The Little Brother, we number one

Always getting' the job done, we some smooth operators

Haters come close, but they can't touch

Run back and they can't rush, imagine dat shit

Jay Dee's dreams is plastic

I'm tired of stretchin' money out like elastic

Drastic measures we gon' have to take

Like servin' classes up fresh out da gate



Without the papes (papers) we 'bout to get this rap shit nailed down

Cause stakes (steaks) is high, so I eat at Taco Bell now

Yo, get it up cause it's alright for y'all to yell now

Wearin' yo' Avirex, the cowry shell down





It's so beautiful, so fabulous

So exclusive, so extravagant

We money makin' (show stoppin' emcees)

Neva fakin', keep on







If you think you can out rhyme me, boy I bet

I ain't met the motherfucka who can do that yet

Why their played out rhymes remain odd

I stay cool like James Todd, and still remain dominant

Up in yo spot tonight, we steady rockin' it

And I'm gonna knock you out, just like mama said

To Lenny, blunt smokes, cigarettes, Henny

But it's somethin' 'bout these hoes, Lord forgive me



I stepped in about a quarter pass, you know, whatever

I'm tryin' to get up on some ass, like whatever

And grab a quick bite by the end of the night

I drain tryin' to complain, and knees killin' me, right

But you know we got dat hot shit

Known to rock da block, and cause turbulence when you in da cock pit



Cool. Cause he don't get upset



I grab a bucket of wings, get some snacks, and I jet











MC P O, people call me Pooh

When I'm bustin' up the party, I'm a rock fa you

9th is cuttin' up for the

Niggas in the Justice League



And to you rappers takin' all figures

For industry niggas, da ball players

Droppin' 'em off of all makers

With yo' whole team in ambulances

We buildin' more beef than cattle ranches

Against the snowstorms and avalanches



Well, it was one of those days (not much to do)

I was steady writin' rhymes (for the Little Brother crew)

Of the two be Phonte, and 9th, plus Eccentric

And Big Doe in case I didn't mention

(But did you tell 'em 'bout the League) Oh yes, the League of Justice

(And did you remember what they need) These kids, they want substance

Rhymes and beats keep my day flowin' lovely

But I'm a save crumbs and pass it off to Doug E



This is all about no doubt for Little Brother

But first, let's take a moment to recover

{Beatbox} Shwang

This has been writtin', it's never bitin'

You keep forgettin' the lyrics on tracks that I'm spittin'

The only thing worse are the emcees that I'm rippin'

They talkin' shit and wishin'

Some of these guys getting' all hurked up

From a ghost-writtin' rhyme by a chump, word up

It don't make you a big man, and

To wanna diss Little Brother man, and

We all know, it's part of the plan (Why?)

Cause Phonte and Pooh is in full demand







One time for your mind, one time for your mind

One time for your mind, one time for your mind

One time for your mind, two times for my nigga Big Pooh

Three times for my Greensboro dimes, seven times whatever

I don't trip, Doe don't trip, 9th don't trip, Leg don't trip

Mike don't trip, Te don't trip, Justice League forever now...