Lyrics:
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Smother your clan
Sever your hands and your legs
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head
I'm the only one your bitch let
other mood
I can’t be controlled or manipulated by news
It’s my soul I’m articulating to other crews
Do it for the love I’m sick of hating I hover cruise
hear the voice of my brother
When I've been feeling far from my Brother, I'll strum the old guitar of my Brother's
And I'll say Brother,
Man I miss you,
body hits the ground
Remembering the old times
When we used to hang
(heyyaheyyaheyyahey)
Me and my brother,
Me and my brother
(no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man's world
(to have
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
Other "goodies" The guys on my tier made me
Feel like I was a part of a
Family like a brotherhood i was
The new brother and
They showed me love just like
Closer than a sister to her baby brother
Closer than a cat to the child that she'll smother
It's too close for a lover
It's too close for a lover
I was 4 years old
I raped then killed my own infant brother (woah)
Oh fucker
Maybe I'll just smother
Myself until I black out while
I'm crawling deep
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
reagan, reed and russo
I still remember the names
And stickball and stoopball were the only games
That we played
And I wanted to be like my old man
I, I
Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150
Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy
Four by four with some big ole' titties
Kenwood's bumping and I'm
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
the tape
And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with n'am nigga
We
repulsed by him
What a foolish old man
Foolish old man
You are so delusional the sheep will turn away from you
You're not really a great capitalist
You're
ass track I quickly program it
For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers
You get spread on bread like the butter
Peanut, what, see what, B
Hold vp man jvst let me breathe
I feel too vncomfortable when they smother me
Yov say yov vnderstand Bvt yov ain’t feelin me
I had to show my ass
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
that you've been told
Even if I'm right or wrong you still damaging my soul
All these fucking love songs man this shit is getting old now
Getting old now
This is for my brothers and sisters out there
Keep the struggle alive y'all
Peace
And to my white folks, I don't mean no harm
People of today say my
of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I'm still sorry
Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes
(yeah)
Child support so fuckin OTHER (Calm down)
Man these hoes playin? (Calm down Lil B)
Ah man I'll smother my baby mother (BasedGod)
Man Lil B man Lil
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