Lyrics:
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
HOOK
how thats yo brother if you telling on each other
with my eyes saw em stamp him hit him up i watched him suffer
ima hide it you cant see it keep
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
and everything
The worst shit I saw in my life
I want to testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie
Did you see that man in court today?
Do you
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
“Play, let the blind man play”
He was a cotton picker down in
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
Play, let the blind man play
He was a cotton picker down in
happening for a reason
We saw that chance and just seized it
Thank god for Pullman
Man thank god for Pullman
I can't run away from all my problems
I can't
My Dreams
But it ain't a nightmare at all
Had to get out! Now I'm back in the booth
Cause I know that I'm gonna win
Plan to far
Like the goat I saw in
probably joke me and say that I'm just a sucker now
Whatever nigga I guess I just wanted my brother around
I been high all day
It's been going through my
He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran
I caught up with box and said, "I think it's worth a grand"
He smiled and he giggled
Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid
All these different things seperatin us
It got me walkin this fence man
and I don't even know what side
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
'cause they ain't yet
It's either 'bout cash or it's all about reps like a weight set
Hate to see my brothers involved
'Cause if you're lifted
You'll be
I never saw it coming
I couldn't read the signs
I don't know why I put you in this time I must be blind
I guess I couldn't trust you
Cause all you
Father, you don't understand, that I hate myself
Love my brother, but he represents all of the pain I've felt
Wedlock, should I dive into it?, let's not
muscle man
To all my sisters sit back and relax yo mind
We bout to make up for lost time
Ha ha ha
No matter what I say in my lyrics
I'm guided by
don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
Loyalty Lack
Part two
Aye from what I saw
They just wanna let you down
I'm all alone riding in this town tho
Never saw them come back around no
I
stoney.
Tryna live life like this, they all wanna bounce to this
They say he ain't taking no L's, yeah, that brother's bound to miss
And they're up in
Saying he'll be late again
The question is:
Is he out there working to make himself a better brother?
Ah-ah, I tell you what it is:
Girl, you're
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