Lyrics:
niggas but
That's how I raised 'em
Scrape a opp off the board
Before you dry erase 'em
He put his hands on your
Brother? You gotta fade 'em
He put his
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no
muthafuckin period
I'm not impressed by the jewelry and the mink, dummy
Why don't you put some of your money in the bank, sonny?
And if I hurt your feelings, I
have found us more out in the town
Fucking around
Putting our names into the pavement when we pee on the ground
This album is a classic
Jurassic Park
they Minaj with me
Tryna to get inside my head but this is not a lobotomy
Oh my God he just dropped an album like what the fuck you mean
Where were you
It's been so long since I last heard
Or last seen ya
That's why I'm trying to reach ya
Cause I'm my brother's keeper
I wonder if you think of me
nigga, I've worked too hard for this
No more will I take the booty end of the stick
Bogus brothers makin' albums when they know they can't hack it
Cos
Yeah, yeah , yeah
Time keeps passing by
Your the reason why
(I'm losing my mind)
I need six minutes with you
Whoa, I need six min of your sweet
him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get
a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why...
[Dr. Dre]
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back
It's the crème de la crème, and you can bounce with that
It'll take a minute, rice, so take my advice
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back
It's the crème de la crème, and you can bounce with that
It'll take a minute, rice, so take my advice
a nervous breakdown the way she's shakin and cryin
And then she screams you bastards you've killed my brother
Then I said Gwen wait a minute I didn't she said
a doobie
Pen to the pad, relax in the back seat
With a beat cd that be soundin' groovy
Steadily, we be in the trenches, never reckless
At the same time,
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
the industry
Got a whole album the world will probably never see
That’s a different side of me
The anger in the frequency
Just let it be
And let it go
a muther f**kin' ear.
So I can tell you why...
Runnin' With my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Yeah, rest in peace to my brothers, hope it ain't me next
Niggas, they talkin' on me, just a bunch of rejects
Look, I told you in 2012, Keep a small
or filament
Heart darkened by the successors who end up killing it
Killing it... killing it... killing it
I always wonder why you gotta aim everything at me
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