Mick Boogie and Little Brother Bring It On Feat. Ray Cash Lyrics

[Rapper Big Pooh]
Yeah...muh'f___in Rapper..
H-O-J.."Soldiers of Fortune" coming soon..
You muh'f___as still think this s___'s sweet
Heh - uh..

You silly n____z must got it confused, thinkin I'm gon move
or readjust my stance I got nuttin to lose
Muh'f___as think they better cause they frontin with jewels
Look a lil' green n____, tell me where's your blues (OW!)
I'm bad news; preach sermon minus the pews
You listenin close checkin for clues
I'm lookin for cues, eight-bar corner pocket Cash Rules
You don't wan' it wit me, dude
I bring back two for everyone that you lay
You're now standin on sankin ground and them boys don't play (nope)
Revolutionary like 'Shea, b____es gettin funky
on Pooh cause I said, "Not today"
Won't break neck or go outta my way
Never one to bite tounge, won't regret when I say, "I'm the best"
Keep fam close to the vest, attack rap like a full court press
Press pause, on mediocre n____z spit spark, showin flaws
Your s___ don't burn like ours, I'm military pressin these bars
I saw your life flashin not closing cars
I'm talkin bout your broad, n____ pannies and bras
Pay homage when you in a presence of stars.. and here we are

Shout out to Cleveland...
Shout out to Mick Boogie...
The whole state of Ohio...
Shout out to Sandusky...
That's for my n____ DJ Flash...
Yeah.. Shout out to Ray Cash...
He puttin Cleveland back on the map y'all..
CHEA!

[Ray Cash]
I got it from here Pooh, d___ (OW!)
You see the world is made up of the half the have-nots (nots)
Me and my n____z from the other half of the haves
Seein life through the eyes of a ol time
When my rhymes was reminder where all these other n____z'll still hustle
They need muzzles, dog they woof the heart
Figure I'll let 'em live, now later I whoop 'em hard
Y'all I swear to God, God I swear to D
Some n____z G, but other n____z don't compare to me
They ain't my pedigree, we ain't the same breed
We have nothing in common, not even the weed
See this s___ that I'm smokin, not even seed
Take a hit of this and mybe you could be just where I be
Until then , you n____z know they gang I claim
Recognize Bill St. Gang (do the d___ thang!)
Chea! It's no place like home, I return wit'out Toto (wit'out Toto)
Had to turn away when Tony killed Minolo (uh)
If you remembered the beef then you should remember the speech:
Live life like a boss, a man dies on his feet
From the cradle to the grave where my regrets I should suffer
From now until then, I murder for my Little Brother
So, bring it on if you think you could hang
But if not then let me do my thang, yeah..

Mount, high, as, a m____-f___in, kite, holla
Ray, Will, chill, Mick, Boogie
Lil', Brutha, Ray, Cash, OW!