Lyrics:
to be a better man
So love me, mother
And love me, father
And love my sister as well
The cat's silhouette, as big as a monster
In this concrete
Yesterday's glory won't help us today
You want to retire?
Get out of the way
The country needs a father
Not an uncle or big brother
Someone to keep
knees, he deserves a B-J
I got a big brother nicknamed C-J
When you see him in the hood take it easy
If you a breezy, take him to the heezy
Do him like
Muhammad
A Salaams from Ghana to Botswana
May the karma of Black Llama's
Guide you to your Nirvana, Ughhhh
We turn Moorish in front of your honor
Lo-key
Call up the brother one time! (Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah)
Woo!
Ay, location device
Ay, elevation like
Ay, we with ceiling lights
Ay, sipping from
Read it in the paper, see it on the news, an everyday reminder of the times we're going through.
Brother fighting brother, faces filled with hated,
kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe-to-toe when it's time for
round
Not thugs, 'cause thugs go 'round the brain of a brother's down
You be in it for a quick blink
But when you start to sink
You be deeper than you
the gate
The king is in the kingdom to await his fate, of the enemy
The Pubic Enemy
Propmaster (yeah) Please listen to me (what?)
Something lurking by
more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more
I'm your Testarosa. First gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in fear
Rumble, young man rumble
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to stolen merchandise
We discern
cause South Central L.A., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
and start slangin ki's
big time respect, from the West to the East
Haps up see, and listen to the funk
First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto
Huey and Duey
it...
Now I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
Drive a brand new
proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In money makin' it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In
Another bundle comes along
But by this time something's gone wrong
Awake all night deprived of sleep
It's overload they're in too deep then...
She
the gate
The king is in the kingdom to await his fate, of the enemy
The Pubic Enemy
Propmaster (yeah) Please listen to me (what?)
Something lurking by
bitter
Had he never reconsidered
Falling up
To the top of the junk pile wearing a big smile
Falling up
To the top of the heap with my tongue in cheek
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
for you baby
We're burnin' up in this place tonight
Your brothers sing it loud, we're feelin' right
Get up and dance, don't try and fight it
Big
Yeah-yeah, 9:08 L.A. time
Back in the lab and shit
My wife said, I can't say no to nobody
And at this rate we gon' both die broke
Got friends
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