Lyrics:
and the moon takes turns of giving shine
I hope you getting yours cuz best believe I'm getting mine
And by design I'm defined, as one of the flyest brothers you
tell you somethin'
Different I'd be livin a lie
Everyone of y'all the biz
Little somethin' came by
Y'all the reason I was livin
I ain't ready to die no
lookin at the best with your e-y-e's
Look
These niggas couldn't hang if they was hooked to a coat rack
Only tell you niggas once
Bitch you know the goat
I remember growing up as a kid
And seeing the world for what it is
Cus my moms told it straight and let me know the biz
She's intelligent with
cars before Chip Foose
My oldest brother ran dope off E. 16th
Banked a ho, she snitched, then he got locked in the clink
I'm finna take this shit back
I can tell by you dialect
And that intellect
Is enough for me
It really make a brother wanna invest
All his time on you
Bitches like to talk shit
a brother feel alive
Cause when you dead? These people no go miss you
If they had the chance they gon hit you with your own pistol
Mama told me find love
the biz
But when she fly out for trips I stay as loyal as it gets
Ain't no girlie got to worry if I'm loyal, not a player
But the crew and I will pull up
really think it's funny
Call my brother up
With that 100 round drum
Make that shit go dumb
Make that shit go dumby
Yeah
I'm headed to the top spot yeah
My
when I can't see the light
Gotta maintain till your current situation change
We gotta work twice as hard just to achieve the same
Them excuses'll hold
poetry motion
My brother is Moses, my mother is roses
Thorns in lyrical doses your under hypnosis, proposing psychosis
To the sun you the closest, now
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
We always talk about the hustle
And the muscle
Or the struggle
They always talmbout the brothers
They never ever talk about the other
Side who ride
Sick with
Bobby G we got bys supporting
Like Ron Perlman I'm hell boy
I'll melt you don't step to us
I'll let my brothers tell you
That that u know!
You
trailed by gale force winds gustin'
Bustin' through obstructions with percussion like a wreckin' ball
Brothers runnin' game but to be honest I ain't
Ima live my life
Fuck whos by side ima do it right
Head up
Even when it feel heavy tho
Bitch you never loved me better let it go x2
Brothers be
to see it how/
I’d probably put the pin down and get even right now
Haters claiming they ya brother or ya old heads
Hit your bird hit your bread the whole
I came with blunt Pass me the roller
Smoke in my vain mind di sobber
Steady on trap , hungry for cash In for the biz that pay in dollar
Gone are
Brother Pete Rock
Plenty others I could name but the most by far
These pioneers most revered, group named Gang Starr
Put it down through the years, most
When you don't gotta spend your own bread. Coulda been a stick
Up kid to rob you; instead, I chose to be a member of the 2 job
Crew (Yeah!) Coulda been
rooting for a losing team[00:18.13]Was born Mozambique[00:19.16]A '97 kid[00:20.31]Let me take you back to when[00:21.52]My Big brother would spend hours
you, it's a whole different world
And yom that's how live I am
Use a diaphragm, I get it off your chest like a mammogram
Oh brother, word to mother
menace
We was stealin' out the store and
Then we turned to killers
He shot my brother in the
Back, we catch his ass, he finished
Turn your punk ass over,
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