Threatening

[Phonte] Uh, I done told these little bastards to stop fuckin wit us Ay, yo, I done told these little cocksuckers to stop fuckin wit us This is that grown man... Ay, yo I done told them little motherfuckers to stop fuckin wit us Y'all boys must be a little nervous, Little Brother I put the mic to ya, take a couple publishing rights from ya Tell ya momma she can write to ya, nah that ain't right to ya But 'Te is sick of your ailments My rhyme is so blinding, they're calling me brailliant Cause you ain't box wit a, cold veined cannibal ox nigga That be in the chop shop when we stop to drop scriptures Cardiac arrest your style, I mean have a heart to heart wit ya I swing like hard hitter cause you boring me So God bless the day that Khrysis recorded me And Big Pooh, he always got my loyalty 9th is king of his beat machine, now that's mechanical royalty Phonte ain't scared of you boys, I'm taking care of you dog Better get these little niggas from round him At whatever the cost, spit terrorist bars Nigga, who you think Saddam was rockin to when they found him? This is mixtape shit that I spit Feel the pain a of nigga gettin his beast on, in my Nissan Switchin four or five lanes, drunk with ambition Designated to drive you motherfuckers insane, bitch! [Rapper Big Pooh] I put them boys in a box Like they tried to box us, let the audience watch Rapper Pooh fight back unorthodox Pump hits out the shop like we moving the rocks Eat a cock to them naysayers, who wish that we didn't record So at night they pray for it Cocksucker, you gon' pay for it I'm talking butter baby all day, you gotta churn No it, didn't stop with The Listening or Foreign Exchange Get Connected with the best who be doing it mayne From the grapes out in Naples to the shores in Maine To Noize out in Denmark who be doing his thang Everybody gon' remember the name, it's like that Despite that, niggas wanna hold me back I Tom Petty verses over the track son You got a hundred and fifty problems, this is one fifty one, yeah!