Sumthin For You

[Verse One: Joe Scudda] I wanna look back at my life and know that it wasn't all for nothing Now a days, man it's all or nothing Peace to the cats that schooled me And "fuck you" to all the fronting cats yo, you can't fool me I see through you Standing in the crowd like Scudda don't move you Fuck that man, so who you? I do you Real recognize real And I'ma only tell you once, so let the skin tone fool you Don't let your eyes be deceiving Mess around clown, guarantee ain't nobody leaving breathing You fucking with a young scrapper Grown heads call it young dapper, but I'm older now, colder now Bigger chip on my shoulder now Feel like I had something to prove Had a time in my life, felt like I had nothing to do Fronting for who? My fam and my crew No more questions unanswered cause I'ma tell ya this is something for you [Hook] Big Pooh: Something for who? Joe Scudda: Something for us Big Pooh: For the ones we trust Joe Scudda: And for the ones we love Big Pooh: Something for the ones we dap Joe Scudda: And the ones we hug Both: Fuck you Big Pooh: Cause this is something for who? Joe Scudda: Something for us Big Pooh: Something for the ones we trust Joe Scudda: And the ones we love Big Pooh: Something for the ones we dap Joe Scudda: And the ones we hug Both: Fuck you Big Pooh: Cause this is something for you Joe Scudda: Cause this somethings for who? [Verse Two: Big Pooh] Yo, this PSA's in the house y'all This dedicated to my niggas with the big cars Seat back, act chill driving long arm Al Green in the deck sipping Boone Farm Onyx black silver stripe to match Hood ornament quite the catch Drop down with a Mercedes black leather feel hot on the flesh They can't tell me not the best, you now rocking to it Hip hop is something me and Scudda speak fluent Both of us [?] Two brains in the back, head right to it They box me up in the corner, gotta fight through it Rise slowing at your local spots Beat drop gonna shake up the block Ain't no question if you love it or not I see the Pooh boys You nodding too, check it out cause this something for you [Hook] [Verse Three: Joe Scudda] Yo I'm here now with the jump out This ain't a b-ball game Where me and Pooh gon' show you what run 'bout Through the night till the suns out Hitting you with flamers like Butch and Sundance running with the guns out [Big Pooh] You wanna? Pull some cream out I shock your wold like P. Diddy did to Steve Stout Butter tracks is what I be about You don't believe me? Call Dunny's house I'm in the booth with the gutter mouth [Joe Scudda] Yo, here's what Scud 'bout Would he hurt your pride dog, better pick another route I send you home to your mother's house [Big Pooh] Battered and bruised We show you how to make these moves Weak little crews Listen up close cause this joint we wrote is something for you