Lyrics:
do no arguing I don't do no fussing watch out for my brother
He might leave you gushing
Don't trip over bitches they come by the dozen
Just pulled up
every way you gone do work
My brother, eldest son, second oldest child, tall
Two-toned, dark and smoked out like a Black and Mild
He stood over us and it
a coke head if it's financed by the Koch brothers
Turn a pussy-ass nigga to a sweeter diva
Do a pap smear, give em a disease as unique as Zika
Pardon my
It all starts with a thick rope
Make a noose and I'm gone
Stretch out my neck bone
Minutes left I think about my brother
When we was young...
Wait
Yeah, Scientific Shabazz, the Holy Psychiatrist
Coming down with that spiritual rain
Six thousand years of darkness
Four hundred years of pain
make something
My life was sad and ugly I was out bad and bummy
But put me in patty waggon I call baby girl she getting a bag and coming I show her how
coming for em
Young kings out chillin on the highway
Tyres screaming yahweh
You know that I'm looking to him
West Syd runs deep even if I'm overseas
I know
I come on the scene and these niggas get chills
Mud in my cup and i'm popping these pills
Ima spin back cause my brother they killed
Im coming fa
zsa gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all
to the homies they said that I'm coming back
I spit bullets out my mouth so I'm about to shoot
How are you 35 with a label and I'm still better than you
It's
tenet we were brought up by the Benjamins
But not the green or president they named the second born
My brothers given me a testament that always kept me
the blues
We was in there robbing niggas Locs
Take him out his coat, I got his shoes
I go to prison, I ain't coming home
We on a mission, niggas running
ho ho
Everybody say
And check it out now
Who is the cat eating out on the town? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And make the whole dining room turn they head
When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have
You ain't never hopped out and had to chase niggas
We had to shut niggas down we had Drac wit us
Live by the gun probably die by that bitch too
Live by
Ladies and gentlemen
It's now the time
For the Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five MC's!
We're coming, we're coming, we're coming
WE'RE
Why would I do such a thing when a brother so close to the top
Givenchy
All iced out with the retro 3s
While I'm coming out a whip that you wouldn't
smoking
I'm deep on the west
Probably on Oakland, never in Holten
I run with the gang
Probably won't catch me out by my lonely
We smoke to ourselves
None
do not land
Mama coming over she is holding out her hand
Hey brother I don't want to see you down
Stand up while you're laying on the ground
He said
don't stop.
Nigga, down for my strap niggaz on their back,
No rat-tat-tat so its on the map. Died come again,
Coming straight out of my jaws,
Got
baby always gotta grind
Coming straight out of Compton onto West Vine
Tell Uncle Terry he's my idol
A role model when I'm on the mic
Tell my older cousin
It makes your mind get sick
So come on by
Stay and talk about it
Drink some wine
I'm really glad you stopped in, brother of mine
We'll sit
I ain't bout my business look here he hatin'
Coming uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stankin'
Fucking wit
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