Hold On (Tellin Me) Little Brother

[Sample]
Sittin' on the edge of my mind all the time

[Big Pooh]
Look Ma
I wrote this with no hands
Naw, I'm playin'
Check it, I wrote this with no pens
A little flow to get the doors open
With your neck noddin' back like you drunk off Chopin
A lot of niggas quietly hopin'
I wouldn't return with the scope on them scopin'
But look niggas I'm here
Start chokin'
There's gonna be a lot of things said that's provokin'
Little dudes to get amp
Where you can get crushed like an ant
Turned out like a lamp
And take this mothafuckin' lick with a stamp
Do yourself a favor; don't fuck with the champs
Cause in any division
Whether that's, long or short on any decision
I'm gonna be the last standin'
Hand raised lookin' at the ref
You gonna ? count demandin'
For a rematch
But I cut out the beef
And guarantee you it won't be a relapse
Perhaps
In the crowd you can post up
Take a good look nigga
Get a close up
We froze up
Scrub niggas that rose up
Your run is over
Hand the fuckin' microphone up
I'm through with it
You can say I did it
I copped a squat on you lames then took a shitted
Whoa