Lyrics:
temple if you act slow
Live by, die by, bro-code
If it's understood, we ain't gotta say so
We ain't gotta say shit
If I call you my brother, it's cause I
couldn't come up. Take my hammer, Paulie Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
They'll all know your John Henry's woman but
a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood
Some were buried in the church and some just where
"Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swingin' with the lead man
They'll all know,
stunts
Young and I'm wildin', (?) try him
He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Bryan
In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin'
If you catch
you gon see 2CNF everywhere
I mean it's Tone
I'm one to lay low like I don't do much, I might sit back and count the bankroll
I keep niggas round me
a shout out to my boy J.U.Ice for holding it down for me
Not to forget all the brothers that help grow during the years
Max Lodewyk, Harry MC, Unity
Riko
high and mighty with all that muscle!"
Go ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer, and show me what you can do!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down
)
True blue (true blue)
'Cause I'm a jungle brother (jungle brother)
True blue (true blue)
Every day, all day, it goes down like this
(The jbeez,
looking after all of us brothers
And he will help show us the way
It is now time for us all to repent
And god will forgive us for are sins
We are all born
lay down my life for a holy God
Oh, I lay down my i lay down my life
I lay down my life for a holy God
Yo, tell me really what's it all mean?
Every
it comes to me easy
I just lay back and let the big beat lead me
I never work a day in my life Single jungle brother, no kids, no wife
100,000
it Master
Listen, you gotta stop callin' Me that
Just because I command a regiment of angels that are angry because people lie
Doesn't mean I'm all
me, packin' a 380
And fiendin' for my Mercedes
Suckers scatter but it don't matter, I'm a cool shot
Punks drop from all the buckshots the fools got
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
everything with you?
Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --
Dig dig dig my Long Island sound
I hope you're puttin' it down
You got me in
, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit
Dirty South, can y'all really feel me?
East Coast, feel me
West Coast,
you, show me
And when no one else hurting us, it's all me
Ho, I don't see you, where you at?
Pulling off, give the top, fuck, I love you
You my brother
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
brother when he lay up
Can't sleep thinkin' 'bout it so I stay up
Blood that we paid up
Whoa we go way up
Three generations in we never gave up
Technique
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
thing
Lay down and love her all night
Me bawl
Fire, fire move up your structure, gal
Work up and set around the pure temperature (Ooh do you hear
Yeah, we used to be brothers
Yeah, we used to be brothers
Yeah, we used to be brothers
Robbers stealing hours, dead for each other
Keep it tight
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