Go Off Go On Little Brother

[Intro: Big Pooh]
Yeah, uh. Rapper. Ha, yeah. Uh, some of that good LB shit. Ha, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Big Pooh]
I ain't a freedom fighter
I'm a freedom writer
Doin' this shit in spite of
People's opinions
They all minions
Be a mini Un
Put this Jigga to your gut, stab yourself son
Pardon my pun
Great in my own mind
I let the world find out on they own time
Ascend to my prime
Every step I climb
Throw they two cents in
Have a seat in line
I'm just speakin' mine
I tend to do that
Broads over there wanna stare like, "Who dat?"
Big brown nigga got tons of charm
Rapper Pooh in this bitch, better ring the alarm
I don't mean no harm
Been deprived for years
Just look at LB as you see our peers
Won't see no tears
Don't cry for me
Got people out there that'll ride for me
Church