Lyrics:
my mellow, my man my mellow, my man
For Scott Storch, my mellow, my man
Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow, my man
Brother Question
He is my brother (now he gon' lie)
He is my brother (claiming we beefin')
He is my brother (I dunno why)
He is my brother (that man betray me)
He is my
that to others
When anorexia smothers my sisters and my brothers
You better shut the fuck up and mind your own weight
You're the one spreading pointless
To carefully follow the old man
And stay closely by his side
For on this night can one deny
The gift of a more sympathetic eye
To cast upon our fellow
for one another
It ain't like we can pick up and find a different planet to smother
I'll give more props to my mother
Cause baby boy was raised up right
Ah
Ah
Ah
Yeah
You say you my brother, you ain't my brother, you a phony
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
You say you my brother nigga then you better show
smother other rappers as they gasp for air
Came to give you exactly what you asked for here
I'm like a one man task force here
And once again, brains
structure
Bend through the block we gon clip up his brother
And then watch how that 22 gon smother
Members gon slide through the cut like no other
By myself
Close casket for all of them
Don't play with none of them
Young Tigg really my brother man
Shotta gang we smother them
Model bitches they busting man
Free
my brother man
Shotta gang we smother them
Model bitches they busting man
Free Danny 'til its backwards
Ugly bitches I lack words
Custom watch
old man came rolling home
Written By: Joseph L. Stone Boogiedown Music BMI
friends all stuck in the past
Still dancing to Future
I was conceived by two users
I was supposed to be a loser
I had to see my old man cooped up
In
or soon we die
From my heart I call to you
To you, Mother wolf and old Baloo
So hear me, Akela and Bagheera too
Hear me cry the jungle call
Brothers
to the floor is something I can not afford
You see these cats and most of them are lying
Selling CDs and packs, both of them are dying
My man Free earned that
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know
precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's own hand
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
When you
and fathers and others
For brothers and loving smothers
For Diamond pipes and all that you figure
Come on, let's make it
Gotta make it to make it to make it
That's my
Brother
On my
Side
That's my brother man I'm thinking about my brothers
Got my
Brothers
Yeah I got them with me
Got my brothers
Call us 1 2
or the wrong brother
And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don't take your life for granted
Cause it's the craziest place on the planet
In L.A.
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
ooh hustle ooo
My brother man hustle ooh
So that you gon change your story
My brother man hustle ooh hustle ooo
My brother man hustle ooh
So that you
all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
I go out with the strongest and I separate
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
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