Pete Rock, Joe Scudda, Little Brother - Bring Y'all Back lyrics

"Yes I've got some good shit to
Tell you today brothers & sisters
Cause I say were not gonna bullshit about it
We're gonna tell it just like it is"

Yeah it's JR
LB's Pete Rock (here we go) yeah
Little Brother, Scudda

What up, hello, smooth type fellow
Go hard on the paint like a young Carmello
You boys are sweet like J-E double L-O
Things gon' fall off now homie hell no
Before that you catch a fist & a elbow
My Timbs do work I can't do dirt in shelltoes
Raps for sale though
But I'm tryna act cop me a Lac
Laid back with a bitch on Melrose
So get your hatin' on, cause beating me
Your chances are thin like the ice
I see you skatin' on


My work's strong something you
Couldn't make it on
Your best idea is something still way beyond
Told y'all cats I'm something like a star
This that shit you gone be bumping out ya car
Hands up double-fisted posted at the bar
It's your man J-O-E & the PR

If the words didn't rhyme would
It still be rap? If the needle didn't grind
Could DJ's scratch?
If you didn't have no verses
Would you need my tracks?
Pete Rock & Little Brother
Gon' bring y'all back
If the words didn't rhyme would
It still be rap? If the needle didn't grind
Could DJ's scratch?
If you didn't have no verses
Would you need my tracks?
Pete Rock & Little Brother
Gon' bring y'all back

I'm gettin' bu-coo props from these niggas
Who do watch Phontigga when here in the booth
Cause nowadays
The truth just may get you shot
5 things to the brain get you 2Pac'd
But I'ma get off the mic
Before it get too hot
Cause when you speak of LB
You speak of all-stars
Shit's weak & we probably callin' out yours
Now on my feet before I lived on all fours
Cause I ain't come to get drunk off ambition
And get stuck
If you gotta problem my instinct
Instructs me to quit fucking around
And bring it to a nigga live
In the flesh like Nip tuck
Drop 16 then I'm bouncing nigga
We don't care about that money
You was counting nigga don't know me well
Phonte is like Josie Wells
For all you "Brokeback Mountain" niggas
Ya know

If the words didn't rhyme would
It still be rap? If the needle didn't grind
Could DJ's scratch?
If you didn't have no verses
Would you need my tracks?
Pete Rock & Little Brother
Gon' bring y'all back
If the words didn't rhyme would
It still be rap? If the needle didn't grind
Could DJ's scratch?
If you didn't have no verses
Would you need my tracks?
Pete Rock & Little Brother
Gon' bring y'all back

I got one brother doing time in the pen
Little Brother pen to it's time reaching in
I gotta reach within to get myself to the pen
I told my brother that he
Responded with a grin
I knew from that look I had
To take it to the chin
A fresh sign of hope to us niggas in the pen
My pen brought light to mommy at wit's end
And niggas tryna say that my shit ain't crisp
These niggas I don't miss, I just get better
Pooh the trendsetter better scream my name
Justified when I take that aim, it's no shame
I tell you right now that the kid don't stop
Pooh & Pete Rock rock harder
Than the first one
Took time so you niggas had to thirst one
Now we back part 2 no frills
The pen much greater than
The sword that's real

If the words didn't rhyme would
It still be rap? If the needle didn't grind
Could DJ's scratch?
If you didn't have no verses
Would you need my tracks?
Pete Rock & Little Brother
Gon' bring y'all back
If the words didn't rhyme would
It still be rap? If the needle didn't grind
Could DJ's scratch?
If you didn't have no verses
Would you need my tracks?
Pete Rock & Little Brother
Gon' bring y'all back

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