Lyrics:
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
afternoon cause I can find a job anytime
Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin'
I
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
Album 'Ghetto Fabolous' is being bumped at hooky parties
And street corners cyphers throughout the projects
As well as in gated suburban communities
thugging by my lonely
I ain't hanging out
You my dawg
Then hold it down when I'm not around
Need to know my people straight when I'm out of town
Street smart
Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, “Hi, haters!”
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your
ape is arisen I'm
The creation of freebase
And in the streets when the police chasing
The track lubricated in Vaseline
I'm beat raping
Filthy rapper
things
Im feeling alright and the birds will sing
One day my albums they be holding
Its the little things that got me by
Orchid street did help me fly
Baby
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete
Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
Yeah!
I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
separated by the different worlds
If and only we can talk bet you we'd be switching girls
My other half gone when my brother passed on
Feeling like my wrath
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
understand
That one rapper stepped and left
And then ya bend him
That shit ain't right but peep game
These brothers got somethin' to
Prove so I'ma exchange
say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight
They
the streets
And girl you can have him
'Cause I don't need him now
I done finished up the album
Gotta
Shake, shake, shake that hoe
Now watch me
Shake, shake,
the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin',
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