Bless The Child feat Little Brother

[Chorus - Phonte]
 Uh, I keep it simple and plain and make it fly to ya
 I never hold my tongue, I never lie to ya
 I share joy and pain and even cry with ya
 Passenger seat, whenever it's time to ride with ya
 Momma you're dealin with professionals
 Relax, fall back, just settle down
 He's a legend, you're fuckin with the best around
 No stress, aw yes, God bless the child
 [Verse 1 - Rapper Big Pooh]
 Cause I'm the last one spittin, yes it is written
 Everything I've done in the past, it was bitten
 Niggaz just kiddin, would so they lyin
 Bur first or he tellin, late fiction I ain't buyin
 Yes I am eyein, piece of the pie and
 Better get it soon cause these labels keep dyin
 You rappers tryin, already I am
 Jake One to give 'em up, I'm a keep firin, 'til I hear sirens
 Blue lights flashin, LB mash on these niggaz
 I'm gettin kind of brash on these niggaz
 I don't kiss ass, pussy niggaz walkin by me with a speed pass
 Ain't no heart in 'em, there's just a little bit of art in 'em
 I'm no killer, I'd spare with 'em
 I'm a man, I don't think you niggaz understand
 You never could keep up with the plans
 You don't hear me though
 [Chorus]
 [Verse 2 - Phonte]
 Uh, listen, listen
 Aiyyo, I never won an Oscar, I just act like I want it
 Die for my family and live for the moment
 And that's the main difference between me and my opponent
 They just say 'fuck the world,' I bone it like I own it
 Tryin to pound somethin, still swingin a battle ax
 They say 'life's a bitch,' but if life's a bitch
 I'm throwin this D on her like she was my Cadillac
 Killin her softly with long strokes
 That's what the grown folks do when they get down in the trenches
 She don't want to give, so I take
 And to her it's like rape, but to me it's just a conflict of entrance
 Last play of the game, no time on the clock
 And the margin of error, is just a matter of inches
 Fuck it we goin for it, nigga balls to the wall
 'Tigilo one of the illest that you'll ever witness
 Yes sir
 [Chorus]
 [Phonte]
 No stress, aw yes, God bless the child - 2X
 Uh
 [Outro - Phonte] - (*scratching*)
 (Who's world is this?) Yeah, let's ride to it ("it's yours")
 (Who's world is this?) Let's put the windows down, let's ride to it ("it's yours")
 (Who's world is this?) Let's turn the system up, let's ride to it ("it's yours")
 Put your elbow out the window, ("it's yours"), let's go
 (Who's world is this?) ("it's yours") - 3X
 ("It's yours") - scratched
 (Who's world is this?) ("it's yours") - 3X
 ("It's") - scratched
 (Who's world is this?) ("it's yours") - 3X