For You

(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