Lyrics:
Let's get it
It's time to get up, going in it now
I love it when I see my brothers and sisters smile
What doesn't kill you really does make you stronger,
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's
don't want us to have nothing legit they assume we just got traps,
I know brothers like me that's cut loose from the chains,
We can dominate anything we
going for? (huh?)
I’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers
For that Migo flow (Migo)
We the ones that really came
In with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
Same ones
Two faced they're beast in disguise
If I move on, I'll be by myself
I can't tell more, brother rest in peace
Bit by bit, mould, reshape myself
I have
I don't know what it is but every time they see me they be yelling it
(I know you wanna rock with it)
Maybe cuz I'm better than maybe cuz I'm light
brothers better move on
You brought your wack style, from Trader Horn
Grand Puba Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip
Here comes a brother more than *2 Legit
i gotta to put to slumber
Look at you and I start wonder
How you gonna wanna keep it moving brother
Saw your act you should get a deal by Warner
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
If you my nigga you my nigga then, twin
Thick or thin, I was a kid when my brother went in
Now your lil' brudda
shit
I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man
I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches
People locking their doors,
now, don't mean I never lost shit
I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man
I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches
People
She gone eat up the dick like some fucking spaghetti
On the highway speed racing like I'm at Andretti
Man these hoes do too much
Man these bitches be
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
live it
Like I'm hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones my last breath
Knowin' there's so much I have left to do
I live my life a better man
live it
Like I'm hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones my last breath
Knowin' there's so much I have left to do
I live my life a better man
Jungle Brothers on the run y'all (Jungle Brothers on the run)
Jungle Brothers on the run y'all (Jungle Brothers on the run)
Jbeez on the Run (JBeez
proud of me
I don't give a fuck about the niggas who ain't friends
Only one keeper to buck is my lil' brother Revenge
Quan, los, and Randy, man, I'm with
hustled to
Get paid in the ghetto, yeah
Pistol close in hand my lil' homie
He got murdered by his closest man
I know these niggas scared of us
I'ma get
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
satisfaction And baby, what your man won't do
I do just ask me, I'm amazed by the things you do
Like when I'm sexin' you down and you're streaming' I love you, I
brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima want
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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