Lyrics:
they all he got
On demon time he ain't gone hesitate to bust the glock
Drive by homicide one of his brothers died
In his arms as he looked him straight
not created by any man
Who else you know, that has eternity in his hands
We serve the true living God and His name is Jesus,
Plus he freed us, we not
cold-shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about
Cruisers)
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
You can feel the vibe shifting as he walks in the room / Everybody wanna listen when he talks, cause it's true / Real life in the booth, not some
That we are not fighting back
Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say "niggas" it is not the nigga we are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say as if
hide behind you
He just said my brother don't do anything that I do
Cause he would risk it all, then he received a call
Said it was a gift from heaven
a cigar that he found in the bedroom that seemed so far
He saw the sunrise reflect off the old mans car
It was a classic red vintage 50's dodge
He walked
trying run it up by the bag
I been running I been running up a check man
I guess that’s why all these other niggas mad
Ima real nigga you know that’s No
was everyone's favorite flavor
Yes, a man's man, ma'am
How I mourn that he isn't here to cheer me
Left his brother behind, oh, dear me
He's a poor
brother, hold it down like no other
If you gon' be my brother, we gon' ride for each other
He gon' be there when we need it most
Don't play with us or will
, all of it
all of it, not some of it
All of it, all of it
not just some of it, but all of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn into a tiger
waiting for the right event, it all made sense
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came home from prison stashing, still stacking
His
that was its proper name, as its owners saw it
But the Mountain City Titty's all the locals'd call it
Which one's more fittin'? Well, you can listen
is dead, he made his bed
Big brother Ed, big brother Ed
Big brother Ed, big brother Ed
Big brother Ed
I'm the map, I'm the map
I'm the map, like Dora
get it right
Get around, get a life
Get it now, set the plan
When I fall, lend a hand
Brother man
Brother man took me by the hand
Told me "There's
steady, as he chased a henny shot with more henny
Couple hours gone by
He boutta serve his last customer
Couldn't recognize him, said fuck it let's stack
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I forgot to mention the Other, The Brain Man, the shadowy figure, the older brother
I never knew who left home when he was seventeen never to be seen
missed her
I spent all day home till they carried her out
Then seen my family come home, didn't feel our like house
And my brother tries to hide it but
of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
He'd stuff it all down in mason
We been tired all our lives
Living lucid under lights
We wear the mask that grins and lies
Hides our teeth and leaves us blind
Till our last it's
into?
He must not be sure
whatever it is
the man has heart
the woman has allure
Turning to me
out of his lips came the words “pray with me”…
You’re
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