Lyrics:
lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my
rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us
Whenever we're together I will always teach you right
Your my brother and sisters for my whole entire life
Isabella one day you'll be back stage at Coachella
Ever since you was a pee wee, down by my knee with a wee wee
We been coochie cool all through school, you and me G
Back in the days we played
the Crips and the Bloods
Van Ness Boys
Hoovers
Rollin 60s
83's
Bounty Hunters
Yeah
And the Jungle
This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts
You
Great prince of the Genie, these two dogs are my brothers,
and I'm the third one.
When our father died and left us
a capital of three thousand gold
on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me,
Gotta be a real real shooter to stand by us, uh
Taliban Gang, we wet this party up
All my niggas still wanna gang bang
And I'm still runnin' with
your voice
Sing all the songs of the earth
Nothing can come between us
You're a brother of mine
Sing out your sisters
All the dreams of the world
when my brothers start fights
Got us feelin' so right
Feelin' so loose
Pour another drink
Sippin' liquor, Grey Goose
Got us feelin' so right
Lovin' our
save us from our own stupidity
Willie Lynch syndrome
We have no unity
Modern day slaves
By another name
Modern day slavery
Got our brothers
brothers
Blood brothers
Yeah, he's always by my side
Yeah, no he won't leave me behind
We joke, we laugh, we don't give a crap
We share are opinions, we
Government bad oh
Then I wan' give get to Manjabo
My God oh
'Cause if I get home and I get work
My brother and I a win go take survival
Our
Got my brothers on my side
Always gon’ ride
Prayer to my father I’m protecting y’all lives
I know one day that we all gon’ die (die)
Well meet again
I made it
I be feeling like brother Malcolm just out of the Nation
Allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers
I seen hustlers turn cluckers out
fight for the right to feel the light
We must hold on to the hand of our brother
This world is a blessing is a curse in all the same
The sun beats
they thang-thang
Ladies, don't let them in if
They don't have a condom
Some days I wake up grumpy
On other days, I let the brother sleep
But if there's
tryin
Why most of my brothers dying
Bodies dropping and yeah
You gon hear the sirens
Cause we labeled from our skin
Not from within
Why they treat us
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
the hardships
Pardon my need to be swift with how I start this speech
Who you more like? Malcolm or Martin?
The game that they play with us, brother, don't
Peace my Nubian brothers (Peace)
Ayyo knowledge this, we came here to do one thing
And this is what we gonna do
We gonna drop the bomb (Drop
brothers keeper?
Am I your brothers keeper?
(My brothers I keep 'em close and I'mma keep on keepin')
This shit done left music, we just fam now
Man I
Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew
going to
Bring us messages of grief
The Military and the Monetary
Were shielded by January and
Went storming into February
Brought us pot bellied
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