Lyrics:
on my life, I am not pulling the dinger! I am telling ya, this is god's honest truth.
Well after the release of the album, the band were branded
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
Remember who we are
We're unbreakable; bonded by our passion
Undeniable; brothers till the very end
Just a bunch of outcasts, only meant for
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
records, what a wonderful surprise, uh-oh
My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, yeah
My brother said I shouldn't be here, uh
Uh, we did a album in a week,
kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game
that put me
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
My name is Marques...Barrett...Houston.
My mommy's name is Carolyn and my daddy's name is Michael.
And my brother's name is Brandon and my sister is
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
Yea yea ooh
Yea ooh
Yea yea ooh
Yea ooh
Yea who knocking at my door?
I'm gonna take another perc yeah I'll end up at four
I'm gonna scream up in her
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
and you can suck it
It's another offensive punk song
By another offensive punk band
On another offensive punk album that you can't understand
If we fall
and you can suck it
It's another offensive punk song
By another offensive punk band
On another offensive punk album that you can't understand
If we fall
tryin')
And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (facts)
Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (facts)
Dubai embrace me like a Emirati
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
SUPA DAVE WEST i thank God for the ability
To hear things big
And different …alongside a band
Of brothers that hear
And think the same this album
they know I'm nice in the game
We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe
We did the first album and it came out fly
And don't ask why you won't understand
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
see me now, I chuck the deuces and I float
On them motherfuckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen
Streets is
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
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