Lyrics:
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
bother dissin' me
Or even wish that we'd
Soften, dilute,
Or commercialize all our lyrics
'Cause it's about time
One of y'all hear it
First-hand
fe cure dem
one is rudeboy named r u d e woe
Rootboy I am a rootboy r double yo t woe
one is rudeboy named r u d e
Songtexte and if dem gun make well
Uhh
Grad School Squared, what's that mean... what's that mean
It means Education's not obscene
Lyrics are fresh, matter fact so clean
Realize
of the crew, Scoob Lover my brother
Scrap Lover, and DJ Mister Cee
Can't forget Supreme, Abu, MelQuan and Shabazz
Wally D, and the rest of the brothers
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
but where I'm going is good
A long way away from when I was shot in the white and buj (yeah)
BBK are my bros but I'm a one-man band
Everybody gotta
huh, you know my style
I drop lyrics wham bam by the gram on a jam
And gooooooood DAMN!
It's like a disaster that nobody goes after
Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
and there's few things more loved in
Alabama than football and the men who know how to
Win at it So when the Bear would come to town,
There'd be a parade.
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
thicker than water but they ain't bled
So how would they know? I'm trying to learn while I grow
I'm too busy chasing bands to be chasing a hoe
So please
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
like dealin' coke
Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat
I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote
Thought about
poop?
Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by
Chorus:
(Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah, it's him again) Repeat 4x
Lord Finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no
see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just
the nettles and steam
Was soon torn by my brother's plaintive cries
The poor little nipper caught his dong in his zipper
He was dancing with tears in his eyes
You better set (set), set it off lady
The brothers from Haiti ???
Serious, we get big, busy, and delirious
Say Pep, hit me off with the lyrics
they gon tell your business
Stay by my lonely cause n***** be tripping
F*** y'all n***** y'all can't get in my way me and my brothers gon run them up
Tooth
Do it for soldiers in heaven
Whom wasn't able to
If my brother Gustin was here
He'd probably be faded fool
If my brother Jamie was here he'd
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