Lyrics:
style
static never had any so I'm packin a black
automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay
down on wax,
serving
Poetic Justice without that
Nigga John Singleton
I do my thing while the fans be gelling ayyo
I’m so dope
You better tap your man and tell him
I
Hahahahahaha
Evil shit, my brother
I'm a winner, I'm going to win
Whoo!
I had to hustle hard, never give up
You should understand that I ain't
joy
Through all the shit we've been through you know I'm still your boy
You know I'ma ride we still got each other
Taking care of lil' brother you my
Motherfucker"
"Oh Mother, where is my father?
Where is my brother?
Theyre at war, theyre at war
You made them join the dirty US army
You told them all a filthy
That's why I honor my mama and can't forget my pops
And I hate hearing my little brothers hit by shots
Somebody gotta change, I guess I'm the one
I got my
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
a real nigga cry whole lotta shit just be flowing through my mind
I know that real niggas die heart in this letter I hope that you hear it
I'm getting
than E or PMD did
(Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis
By the time I'm twenty-nine I have more Suns than Phoenix
Watch the man bust, pose for
your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fu- it
Since you're love with your city so much
I figured, what the fu-, the best
Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you're love with your
make us free
Cause the melanin of my skin is all you ever see
Defined by my hue cause that’s all you’re seeing
Take a deep look and see a human being
Gang shit bitch
Let's go
My family I don't play bout
And my business you should stay out
Or death Ya only way out
They let my brother Trey out
I
You know that I look out for my brothers
Feel like John Paxton
I can really flip this shit upside down
That's why I'm steady laughing
Always eating up
always take it slow...
Takshaya todya eaze
I got benzos on my wrists
With the gang gang by my side
I been down there with my brothers
But then we were
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
that I needed to settle but now all their names off the hitlist
My mother is saying my brothers are saying they’re seeing the difference
I’m up and I’m
the train
Leave me like D Nice
They say we used to resemble each other
Both last name Jones, so we must be brothers
My yearly salary suffers
'Cause I hate
hey)
Who Co Signed this dude, make a nikka drown from a kids pool, kids cool my third footloose /
Bout kill the Gray Goose /
Last Verse (JOHN NA $ H)
your tone
I want my family back together, I just pray it don't be long (yeah)
I just put together this letter and stuck it in a song (ayy)
The ones
brother
This shit is a shoot
RIP John Madden, my niggas played football
I stayed home cause I had to take some calls
Drive by'd in 8th grade but no PTSD
Why
give you gifts
I give you letters
And all of this
Will really matter - for me
Don't worry about me
I'll keep all of the memories beside my bed
About you
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
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