Lyrics:
know why?
'Cause it's spoken by the brother, whose name is spelt
The "I" the C-E-T., cold chillin', rhyme villain on the M-I-C
With raps roarin',
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
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
it's time for a new plan, BAM!
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block
Gettin dropped by cops
a Clan
Certer than the circle creates the better man
The colors, the brothers, the key, the motherland
This causes to assemble this blackman
Red, Black
This is the story you wanted to write well tonight is the night that you can
Just get this done and by dawns early light you can finish the fight
you're royalty
And it takes a real man to see
[Chorus: x2]
Gotta say you can't run your game on me
Brother I'm wise enough to see
Been down this
Won't be gettin' sleep tonight and I'm cryin' as I write this
Prayin' for my brother locked up, fightin' fires
My heart goes out to all
Pusha T
I go to Phlavz when I'm in Chicago
My brother the owner, I'm eatin' for free
I brought a million in cash around
So stop tellin' niggas you
too many murders
Too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried
Plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I
guess you'd call me a scapegoat
A punching bag for the Old Man to mock
Just because his wife left him
For his brother's abnormally large cock
He
me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
While my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is
love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take
truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lamping on my
love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take
woman, yes, I did
She said our love was so strong
But I woke up one morning, Lord
Tears running down my face
A letter laying by my bedside, it read
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or
If I was with somebody else
You don't understand
She make the people say yeah, yeah
my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
Remember playing hide and seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
for me
Hey brother can you help me please
I need something for gasoline
My ride is back on mile post 93
I got a job in Monterey
Gotta be there by
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
High energy flowin' with the wisdom
Sense of a rich man, knowledge and the rhythm
This is what I'm using to come up with a style
So I'll interact
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I even kill
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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