Lyrics:
you're with your brother, if you're with your sista, mayday
Got to get the feeling and the mood right
Want to know what a true Jamaican night life is
blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
talk
When I walk by, I start to cry-y-y
(Sing it to me baby)
'Cause you're a beautiful player
You're a beautiful player, baby
Ooh ooh oh oh, oh oh, baby
There's Turkish cakes, designer fakes, fathers dressed as nuns
Every kind of music here, the night has just begun
In Camden Town I'll meet you by
down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
again at night
I grew up so poor when my rich uncle died
They read the will and it said I owed that nigga five
I had to share a bed with so many kids it
stopped the slaughter of turnips by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me, "This is my finest hour,
I'd kill those farmers
your doom
Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Every day day you fight, like
and Tom were sly
But Ted was honest as could be he would not tell a lie
The brothers tried to ruin Ted before the old man's eyes
At last the plot begin its
the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
Dear Homie, what's the hap, since your up in the sky?
With God by your side
Homie what's it like?
I know your bein' treated right
No more
To refrain from
Watching games
Until this black brother
Got employed by another team
This scheme would change the game
What if
Five million brothers
All across
to break into my house again
Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
five whole digits
I spilled two pints and threw it out, all good, I sell it I don't sip it
Can't remember last time I was dressed like, oh no no
I hit
And you can spend all day and chill, all night
Come sleep with the king, peep what I bring
Every few weeks it's a bigger size ring
Carats ain't nothin'
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the
Head when he was twenty-five
Sweet jive, don't wanna stay alive
When you're
pile on lies with smiles on for miles on
Like tracks laid by my Chinese brothers' great-grandfathers while on
a dollar a day, tell me what you paid for
Father, let us build a boat and sail away
There's nothing for you here
And brother, let us throw our lot out upon the sea
It's been done before
I'm
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
Tires deep pile a shit built in mileage
Ride with me
Ninety five high enjoy the ride
Crack the windows a little out inside
Gassed out destination Chinese
Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
Thousands of them line the pavement
Like patient pupae waiting to become worms
Another dark night
out
I tell ya that (love's gonna get you, love's gonna get you)
Because a lot of people out here
They say, "I love my car" or "I love my chain"
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