Lyrics:
he'd have to be a fairy
Nothing that a brother wouldn't want to indulge in
Drives a Porche and her purse is bulging
Her body in the form of a romantic
deuce of Tris all in my pop
Lately I been on the verge
Grew up beefin' with my opps
Like the Rockets and the Spurs
556s get dispersed
From the projects
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
I ain't Trojan
Bumping old Toe Jam
All the girls call me Earl like James Jones
Yeah, my voice dropped like stocks I paid for
But I'm investing in
(trappin')
Your bitch OnlyFans, gon' swipe up (swipe)
Young nigga get in there one time (get in there)
Toss 'em a dime for the front line (ten)
Them niggas
(Chorus)
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let
(Slide)
Don't look me in the eyes cause I feel wide
If I said I'm sober, that means I lied
I don't go to any parties (Parties)
I get fried by myself (Alone)
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
speaking in tongue
Brother I've been back siding us a little too long
You think I know by now what's right and what's wrong
Living it up when the sky's
bucked
Brother, word
I lays it down flat like a door mat
Get down in every state wherever I toured at
Spliff ah spliff
Dutty brother, what
mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be likin' all my stylists
Hold on, haircut fresh by stylist
Hold on, new coupe, ain't no
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
the park and in the parkside
Play a brother in any game he wanted to play
For fun or money, for money if he wanted to pay
I wasn't diggin for niggas, so
or even decepticated
I got brothers in the jungle cousins on the quest
Deaf retarded uncles in parties where they rest
Now you can get with this or you can
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy a mansion
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
with the black mac
Livin' like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl
did this in remembrance of
Faces from the past we no longer have an image of
Carrying cold blood hearts that never been for love
Brothers keep going for
to shame
The ladies scream when I'm on the scene
They love my two eighty Z
And when the party's over they stand in line
To go home with the Master G, ha
people pumpin'
Their fist like this
Ya hide in the back
Thinkin' that I might miss
But the R is accurate
Plus I'm packed up with
Educated punch lines
That
to sleep n-o, nizzaw
Can't get behind me cause my
Back to the wizal
Gat in my drizzaws, ready to clap izzoff
They gon' murder me so I
Got to murder them
my word
So if you get out of line, then your ass is mine
And I'mma run up in your house, put it in your mouth (nigga)
I might be new to the game
the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all good (listen)
All why'all soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This
my little brother man
I'm gonna see you in the cross-fire fool
Plan be, gangsta earl, my little partner vernell
Y'all goin' be missed though man
This
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