Lyrics:
punks
in the cells, and caught a couple of the C.O.'s
Snatched a brother by his neck
and knocked him down and broke his nose
Here's the bumrush - twenty
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
extorted for them nickel rocks
Got it all, but the days on them nickel rocks
Got a 5 dollar sale for these nickel rocks
Seen a man kill his brother for
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
My brother got the same AP as me
I'm
Graduated Hard Knocks
No need for a diploma
By then so called friends
Were turning on the fam
To go against your brother man
I didn't understand
So I changed
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
always knew this, ha ha
Yeah, boy!
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
rhyme animal,
home again
And we ain't tryin' to kill each other cause brother we all in
Beautiful black women give 'em much respect
And ain't no funk 'tween
(Laurie Radford), anglais:
Once upon a time, there were twenty five tin soldiers, all of them brothers, for they had all sprung from an old tin spoon. They
In the roll like two sacks
Dub essential when my homey came up
On the same drug for layin up they holla who that
Double check, just a couple
shame
Ya Ex exposed you now you trippin'
Can't you tell he deceived
Take two by two and add that up
That's number four next to three
I never fold always
it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
[After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy (girl)]
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin'
[After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my
buzzing
And ima always stay with Clipzz cus that's my blood cousin
I got hoes up on my back but ima straight dub em' for you
I got niggas call my line,
droppin' my two then we rockin' ice cream
Like we not my brother, he ride it for me
Catchy my brother, he slot it for me
Only niggas get a plate when I eat
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
pistols, they still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed
body whips no sumo
Need recognition I need my kudos
I caught a dub then a dub, I'm 2-0
Ran up a hundred then ran up two more
Tryna get rich and then pull
back to back in some foreigns racing
Money been my brother since the sandbox
Since it was 5\5 visits to the gram spot
Now we go and handle business
reference
They love to argue the wrong things
Ain't talking colors we all kings
This, that light or dark skinned
Sammy Sosa with their offsprings
Talk
something go down
5-0 around you still around
Ever since I was younger
Kinda always had a hunger
For a fairy tale friend
Kinda like your brother
Everytime I
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