Lyrics:
hours
Tryna make green but I ain't mixing yellow and blue paint
Brother's splash a few K to grab new Js
Because we live in a world where you get judged by
Overdosed wit' a TEC-9
(Tech-9) , no Pun intended
Now let's get personal
Ya youngest son Shane? He got molested
And ya brother did it
Shut up nigga! Yes he
they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
No one up at his word
Yeah, I see jokers on my left, thieves upon my right
seconds in a minute, peers couldn't get it
Mike was walking on water, my brother you shoulda seen it
Got ate up in some rap battles, I'm here to redeem it
[Tragedy]
Yeah this is gonna be fat.
Hold up ayo what happened to the track man?
[Dred Scott]
Ayo the drum machine is broke man.
Finesse]
Peace to Illegal and A.G.
(Yo who the Funky Man?) y'all brothers better say me
Not a tall guy, a small fry
Yo I'm all live, making more noise
Magnetic gift of gab, why need a jewelry when I strapped up under the booty?
Doin major damage, throwin lyrics like ceramics
With enough kicks, flush
A menace in my city, my city lacking the wisdom
Giving me the croquet eye for committing e-vandalism
My lyrics they call it venom it's poison
know I'm a wild child, but I'm a mommy favorite
I'm coming up next better watch out
If I want it, then I'ma take it. Lyric's son, I became what she
mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live
city (every weekend, yeah)
Now the brothers moving so divided
We used to link up at McD's, alie Reg?
Pie and ice cream
Convoy to Ray's without no
yelling raid
One hard brother that lives in New York
Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk
Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
Hey,
to interact with my material
Play it on your turntable scratch it if you're able
Characteristics, circumstances
Will determine how long you live Mr.
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
Humbled by all of the trauma
You'd think I'd call up the doctor
Saw it was past twelve but no complaints upon the arrival
Pronounced dead no survival
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
You was acting up, better back it up
Money bag it up, we just snatch it up
We don't do the chatting up
All we do is dashing up
He told his momma he'd
it fucked up 'cause Sauce calm wit his grandma
'cause I'm like baking soda bitch, I'm armed with a hammer
And when I'm strapped fool, fuck your brother
lives matter will matter only in a America
Because when black brothers and sisters return home, other black brothers and sisters don't matter
So if you
these lyrics that
I picked up in life
And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile
Hangin' drywall
Payin' bills and strugglin' and that's why
I keep it die
GMK – Make it Out (feat. FCG Heem) [Explicit Lyrics]
[Hook; GMK, FCG Heem]
Free my brother lawyers wouldn’t pick his case up
I cant talk about no
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
to reflect and changed the way that I trained words
The pain hurts, but put that pain into a page on paper
Translate the lyrics and then analyze the data
If
starts have you even considered your last move?
Brother, are you breathing?
Cuz it’s easy to forget, lose the feeling in your chest, did you have to?
Tell
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