Lyrics:
diamante, Papi
World World 3, CNN history
By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three
Got eighty-five percent
Probably soon after she's traumatized
Tech kin like Lars swift kick abdomen and both eyes
11 inch jars full of sick men that have been supplied
By the hands
Sun shining on a cold day
Harvest moon on the low
Dripping with a glow
Dwindling the night
With every inch that celestial body
Rise and set
It's the Great
Loyalty and Respect
Los 3 Amigos
I know me some Niggas who claim they my niggas-but really they ain't
Them Niggas ain't solid-and they
even touch a Coochie
Dumbass bitches getting drunk off a truly
Loser ass frats charging 15 for a groupie
Gayass brothers getting shot with that uzi
Homie
Yo, it's the "T-A-M" to the "E"
Same warlus bro from the M.T.Z.
Same bast brother, never fought a "real" battle
But never shy away from opps, they
just wanna be me n you know it
Think twice before u say that
This come with extensions
Rookie
Hope the ones I call my brothers never cross that line
you like a lil brother, I'm big brother
Look at us now, this shit crazy (crazy)
Could've been on tour gettin' hella guap
I really thought we was fed
fish
Had to go and pretend like we had our own place
Saving up to stay up in a cheap motel
Now we got a two car garage, three cars, a big house,
straps and snap off snapbacks
(Kaboom) Cuh when I go to the function
Big hand ting, whip it out like a truncheon
Three .45s like a bus going Junction
every morning in the face of a cop
Because I used to take the nine and go ( *3 shots* )
So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid
Modernized
fit sleep
Our hands dey up big man , we want to pick
Efcc dey my brother block, they came for nothing just to buy some drug
They run my streets like
Yo man she got the cornball
He ain't no cornball (what up View)
He's my brother (Trip)
And he's the master (View)
Bitch I'm the man
No really bitch
Hill, Snoop Doggy Dope, Dr. Dre, and the D.O.C. in the house
UGK, y'all niggas trippin' from the hoe
Love 3 2, the terrorists, Gangsta Nip
T.M.T., Big
what turned his dream into a nightmare
Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary."
He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody
Maybe if we
problem, came up with problems, no sleep
I was kept up by sirens
Mothers crying, son's & brothers dying
In the middle of the wild, with the jungles lions
lobotomies
Sorry g its my dna the big old anomaly
It dawned on me im awkwardly
Playin into this worlds game just another name pass along the fame for
trust a shank, when I cheffed up-, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer
But I still don't trust this skeng (big beretta, big berretta)
I don't even
Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers
That are still left in there
All the big brothers that are watching
I hope you're listenin
Cause the bad shit
to settle with the disturbed
They cast spells to compel a revert
Trap you with the ether or the reverb
All this matter's Saturn patterns
Ruled by greedy tit
colder
Still throwing twenty inch swangs on the Rover
Candy like they dated twenty fifth of October
Told ya'll to chill wit that instigatin'
You say you
big brother
Bitch, you know he gon' murk you, bitch you know you peero
Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg
Thought you was my
minute now
Woah (huh)
Please just pick a side like ini mini miny mo
And I swear that I’m goin catch that nigga by his toes so
If my brother holla, ima
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
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