Lyrics:
and back, but I gotta make a mill
I admit I admit, I be envious of my brothers
They doing better then me, but I still love em
I be so depressed, when I don't
You've been pushed 'round by your mother
And your sister and your brother
And if you was married you'd be pushed 'round by your wife
But in your
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
This song is dedicated to all the responsible brothers other there
who's how love and support to their children
I'd like to say thank you
'cause I
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
happy for you, man, by my heart
Yo, It’s good to see one of us just makin’ out of the streets
And focus on that music shit
Keep that good shit comin’ man
Caps with the slogan spoken by a broken man who never truly gave a damn & who don't understand
That people dying as he sitting in D.C
All I see is white
was going through the hurt, man I hate those
Steady shooting in the net, cuz the bank close
Always put my brothers first, that's the bro code
Yeh I'm
Yeah I really want my momma
Yes I'm thankful for all the other
But the one I share wit my brother
Still wouldn't trade her for nothing
And I really
they into stealth
Put him 6 feet if he come for my health
Keep asking questions, you act like the feds
I stand by the word man, I said what I said
I'm
man, I never did one crime
But none of my brothers could caption that line
At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted
Instant noodles, Sriracha, I
who test'll find a bullet in they chest
Put to rest, by a brother who was hopeless
Grow up broke, on the rope of insanity
How many pistols smoking
you better tell a friend
Bitch, I ain't your boy so respect me as a man
And niggaz understand that I'm down for whatever
We gotta make it better
a gamble
So I'm tip toeing on my feet
Not get swallowed by the streets
Tryna set an example
Better watch your bek when you speak
14 years old boy will trek
Praying to my Lord I hope I sleep better
Heard them brothers there were on me tryna jump me like a reseller
I was on my own I would've seen pepper
That
will be
A big movement, by the time I'm through
And that's coming from a Black man's point of view
Now pardon me for just changing the issue
But
Y'all better recognize,
East Texas running things,
And y’all gone respect my rhythm,
I don’t care who don’t like it,
It’s that 75428 shit.
Pull up
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
See I was hoping to inspire
With my letter to Elijah
To lead is better than admire
We don't all make it through the fire
Hey listen close when
on a new level, different feelin
Nigga lovin' the guap, man, I gotta get it
Tryna rack all these hunnids and stack these 50 missin' my lil' brother wish he
leaves her light on
For me to find my way home
On my knees I'm defeated by them all
In a tunnel I'm so unconscious
Stumble in the darkness questioning
a callback
Thinkin' you the man, better fall back
See I don't play games with people
‘Cause I know that **** don't be a game
Play on my top, but they won't say
to getting the money
Going out sad, go get your mans
This moment forever, but we ain't together (No)
I woke up this morning, was feeling the pressure
I heard
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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