Little Brother - What You Do lyrics
[Little Brother - What You Do lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, check it out now
You're now tuned to the sounds of Phonte
Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
(Little Brother) It's Little Brother
(ain't no other) put it down like no other
And I know it's a lot of madness out there
A lot of snakes a lot of fake ass niggas
Claiming they doing this and doing that
Just watch what you do, aight?
I don't know about you but this
Nigga here watching me chase
Cause at the end of the day
I don't need no case
Bitches had grimy niggas runnin
Up in your place cause they ain't mention to
You past mistakes, and it's fucked up
You lucked up with this
Chick toting more bags
Than the trash man on a Monday morning
Ideas bout your downfall, already forming
In the mind of this nigga brainstorming
He gotta get her back
Somebody gonna take the rap
So he kept putting bait in the
Trap until the snake bit
See everybody doing dirt on the low man
Cheating on his wife and his wife didn't know
Wife withholding information on the low
Now old flame back and somebody gotta go
Once the shit hit the fan
Then you know fo' show
You better watch what you doin
Cause you don't know
Cause you never really know who
Got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
Waiting for the day they get
You out in the open
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell
What's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing
Scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
Dear God, it's my time
Believe me I'm with it but before I go
Forgive me for the times that I didn't
Use better judgement against the
People I shitted
Them young girls I fucked over
And the sins I committed
Thought my master plan was hand crafted
Never thought my master plan would backfire
And get my own man blasted
Now we both on our way
To hell in hand baskets
Screaming fuck the world for telling
Us we can't have it
The hoes, prestige and dollar signs
Ready to serve any nigga feeling like
He want a part of mine
My conscious would speak to me a lot of times
When I was busy starching up
My white collar crimes
The blueprint follow mines
Nigga we can go settle it
I got banks in Switzerland and
Hoes in the Netherlands
That specialize in offshore
Accounts and embezzlement
So if your dough get tapped
You know where the hell it went
You funny niggas best be going
The dope specialist
Did more pedalling than Greg Lemond
And you ain't tryna see none of that
A wild thundercat
Tryna outrun my past life when
I was coming back
And now I kneel and both palms together
Looking for answers and Proverbs, Psalms
Whatever and when my soul burns in hell
To myself I owe it
Cause money, sex and power was the motive
For real
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell
What's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing
Scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
Cause you never really know who
Got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
Waiting for the day they get
You out in the open
You're now tuned to the sounds of Phonte
Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
(Little Brother) It's Little Brother
(ain't no other) put it down like no other
And I know it's a lot of madness out there
A lot of snakes a lot of fake ass niggas
Claiming they doing this and doing that
Just watch what you do, aight?
I don't know about you but this
Nigga here watching me chase
Cause at the end of the day
I don't need no case
Bitches had grimy niggas runnin
Up in your place cause they ain't mention to
You past mistakes, and it's fucked up
You lucked up with this
Chick toting more bags
Than the trash man on a Monday morning
Ideas bout your downfall, already forming
In the mind of this nigga brainstorming
He gotta get her back
Somebody gonna take the rap
So he kept putting bait in the
Trap until the snake bit
See everybody doing dirt on the low man
Cheating on his wife and his wife didn't know
Wife withholding information on the low
Now old flame back and somebody gotta go
Once the shit hit the fan
Then you know fo' show
You better watch what you doin
Cause you don't know
Cause you never really know who
Got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
Waiting for the day they get
You out in the open
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell
What's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing
Scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
Dear God, it's my time
Believe me I'm with it but before I go
Forgive me for the times that I didn't
Use better judgement against the
People I shitted
Them young girls I fucked over
And the sins I committed
Thought my master plan was hand crafted
Never thought my master plan would backfire
And get my own man blasted
Now we both on our way
To hell in hand baskets
Screaming fuck the world for telling
Us we can't have it
The hoes, prestige and dollar signs
Ready to serve any nigga feeling like
He want a part of mine
My conscious would speak to me a lot of times
When I was busy starching up
My white collar crimes
The blueprint follow mines
Nigga we can go settle it
I got banks in Switzerland and
Hoes in the Netherlands
That specialize in offshore
Accounts and embezzlement
So if your dough get tapped
You know where the hell it went
You funny niggas best be going
The dope specialist
Did more pedalling than Greg Lemond
And you ain't tryna see none of that
A wild thundercat
Tryna outrun my past life when
I was coming back
And now I kneel and both palms together
Looking for answers and Proverbs, Psalms
Whatever and when my soul burns in hell
To myself I owe it
Cause money, sex and power was the motive
For real
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell
What's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing
Scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
Cause you never really know who
Got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
Waiting for the day they get
You out in the open