Lyrics:
that's cool
But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool
That's the way I would want stuff lookin
The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like Brooklyn
mother suckin up my brother
Little sis holdin my mail, I'm in jail for the blow
Cryin if you ddin't know
[ Shock G & Humpty Hump ]
A: you burn that
never short change ya
but if you run out of breath it means danger
now I seen alotta kick step impressionist
but I'm not impressed so I guess that it
gifted," tryna praise and boost my ego
Why niggas ask for prices when they know that they ain't copping?
These kids is out of line, I'm finna put 'em for
perverted! This is the Be-Bop Tango
A special entertainment event
That includes choreography a
Little bit later, so watch out folks
You can turn on the big
got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin' out for the Heisman
You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold
shit....It's a miracle...
Hey, hey, whatcha gotta do, whatcha gotta do...
Check it out, holmes...
BO-BO...Ladies and gentlemon...it is time for me
go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man
Word, I spell it out, I'll yell it out
For those brothers that keep sellin out
Cause local clout is all you're
my feet on the ground
Watch how you speak to me now
I know I been out of the loop
I had to focus on school
Sorry it took me a while
But now that I know
See I'm from a small town, where most don't make it out
Everything got a cost, and you pay that cost by sacrifices or sometimes your life
I'm just
could bet a crowd and get caught us loud
I've got ladies uptown and money on the floor
There's not a thing in the world that I'm askin' for
Wooh, uh huh
Cause I dress so fresh, my voice is clean
I can rock party people, yes even the Queen
In England, Germany, France and Japan
The ladies know that I'm
back out
All my money makers get a rack out
All the pretty ladies get your rack out
I know I'm too rude, but I'm young so that's my excuse
out on the Street
Huh, urh urh urh urhuh urh
I was raised by two Brothers Poverty and Pain
These brothers, put me through hell they fucking drove me
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
haunted
Had to watch the strangers, every brother was a danger
If I wanted to to keep you breathin', had to be out of range-a
Had to move on, done lost
myself 'cause I kept saving up my wages
Turns out, it's money over ladies
Turns out, it's get your dough up before you're ready to have babies
For me
after the fondue it's you for dessert,
I listen to you speak soft
Knocked out, after the 4th glass
Of that redberry ciroc
Freaking gangster
Did it all
what I got, nigga don't watch that 'cause I
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Came up, that's
that's just how life goes
Niggz hate for the fact that I'm great
Got a pack of backwoods and a pound of the grape
Started out selling eighths niggz cant
Yea, uh, so much signs to me that you done been around before
My brothers ain't gone love you baby, you been on the floor
Knocking down your shots, I
your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little
turned out the Jonny Carson
Jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his legs
Me and my brother
Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
Night after night,
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
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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