Lyrics:
flashin' gonna buy you trouble
I'm gonna see you get your money's worth
Little man understand she's mine
You better not take chances with anymore
of warnin' brothers, better hide and take the picture
You know the brothers want to hit ya
("Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!")
So
fooled them into thinking
That life will all get better
[Dre]
Pissing in the waiting
Or shooting in the door
I have a blind date
Maybe fucking in the park
man
You got the right choice
Who you gonna lean, who you gonna
Who you gonna lean on you need somebody
Yes, you, my brother
I found a fine foundation
and the feathers
Fuck the hatas and the hellas
Like I fooled them into thinking
That life will all get better
Pissing in the waiting
Or shooting in the door
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 a better one
I
go lick out them brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bold off set, comin'
the shit ain't really on
One man band from the Wu-Tang clan
Ask who the man, goddamn, it be Method
Here here I am in the plan
Puttin' Def Jam's on my
And I ain't Muslim but tell my brothers Assalamu Alaykum
Finish him, Kano my nigga no Raiden
Fuck with my dog then my nigga Alsatian
Tell a man, make
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself
Or if was with somebody else
You don't understand she make the
People say yeah yeah
I can put
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
wife.
Only a short, short letter.
It said : I'm leaving you for your brother
Because he fucks me better.
His eyes filled with tears of sadness.
His heart
filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck
'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up North, now he got the loft
It's solid
on man
You don't need a gang to solve em
I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life
Two brothers in a straight up fist fight
Nobody pulled a gat, nobody
No need to question you my brother forever
I hate it couldn't last shit was bout to get better
Uh I'm tryna laugh just to get thru the pain
Your name
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
If you my nigga you my nigga then, twin
Thick or thin, I was a kid when my brother went in
Now your lil' brudda
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks
opportunity - never come back better use them wisely
Ego, anger and your laziness, leave it brother leave that mess
Hey Man chill chill chill, step by step up
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
roar
I fly no more I soar
Baba God got me I know
I no fit sale my soul
Loving favor better than silver
Wise man see evil and say never
By humidity
which Titanic I`mma sink
The iceberg, with the nice words
I slice verbs and predicets, ghetto etiquette
Y`all better get, this dime-mega shit
babysitters buyin boulders,
It's all on me to really except that I lost my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
Pillows
better stop trying to be hip and get on down
Hey man, you know
I was born in New York City
Saved by the night on a Monday
Trying to shoot the news
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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