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niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
her eyes 
 The father of Christ, get a mere mortal 
 Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin 
 Chorus latter 1/2
Yeah, Funkdoobie in the house...
1994, representing....keeping it real...one time

I step out the door, and left undisturbed
I made the beer run
it
I do it for the streets
Heard momma got out the grill
Man I do it for the grease
Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore
off it.
You got my rhyme,
Now cough it.
Brother, sweat the tip and forfeit.
You're nada,
Know not a,
I'm hotter. 
You're a slow trotter.
Karate
records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checking
They take the album, take it home, and start
tar/guitar than a rock star
Cop car by the UB want to do me down like Doobie
Straight haters is what you fools be
Hangin' on my balls like newbies
You do
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good

Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it
Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walkin
just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in
takin' subliminal

Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
to the Streets album
We have so many entertainers 
I would like to welcome to the stage right now
Allure, Case, Common Sense and The Firm's very own AZ

Come
It ain't that you sellin, it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper
on the rooftoop, 
Pop-pop-pop, 
Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa-flop-flop. 
The brothers didn't like your record, 
'cause it wasn't hip-hop=hop, 
But this
apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin'
I call this brother mr. pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin' about him, check it out

The story begins in
Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E.
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin'
To build all them young minds

Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin one at a time
To save another brother whose life
don't mind
It takes a lotta spine
To build all them young minds

Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin' one
And don't try to Escape From New York 
Cross a 110th Street lookin for a problem 
It's Hell Up In Harlem, watch Ra solve em 

I hear the music clear as I
thesis
When my album releases, come on
Takin it back like Lee's wit the creases
Knockin this shit out that park into the bleaches
Grand slammin it
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not
a traditional term used by the people of Minas Gerais Minas Gerais
oh yes, Pele the footballer is also born there O Brasil - Brasil
E' muito mais - it's so much
Every brother on the street is my homie
I'm rollin through a hood that I never been
And every brother steps to me as a friend
I love it, I love it
tar/guitar than a rock star
Cop car by the UB want to do me down like Doobie
Straight haters is what you fools be
Hangin' on my balls like newbies
You do