Lyrics:
another minute
I can't do it by myself
Looking for a witness
I been keeping it on track
Found a way to finish
But I need some more help
Yeah, I need some
see another day
As we see today
We go see another day
Plenty plenty money money
Plenty plenty money
Money come your way
Testimonies all your
Helpers
As we see today
We go see another day
As we see today
We go see another day
Plenty plenty money money
Plenty plenty money money come your way
Testimonies
that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (funds)
Some brothers get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts
Demon frogs from another dimension
We've come for a Slaadi expansion
Demon frogs from another dimension
We need bodies for the Slaadi collective
We
ambulance where he later died
They was the Boston brothers, ain't no em' personally, but I'm still feeling for they mother
The way it happened, she was
Stand by me my sister stand by me now
Having my days and I've seen your ways
Sing it and have it set a nasty craze
So I reach a state
Turn a new page
often lame
And no dame wants a brother who got no game, know what I'm saying?
No game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, you way too lame
No,
sprouted branches
Still my roots have room to grow
You can tell I bleed the boogie
By the way I drip my soul
Memories on Hiawassee
Forever written in stone
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
what we say
It’s just that brother time
I love my brother time
Well, big bro, another lap
Times really flown by fast
Feels like yesterday
You guys
Why you brothers insist on usin' the word nigga?
Don't you know that's bringin down the black race?
Personally I think the lyrics are a bit too harsh
can feel what your goin through
Your another diamond dancin at the player's club
Tryin to pay your way through school
And to the brother that's out
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
run
Oh, no me do not mind my part in genocide
Oh, no me do not mind committing homicide
Although the way you live is how you must die
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
this journey
Round the clock we ah hustle for the bengy
Oh my brother e nor easy for the street
Na money nai make life sweet
Say omo boy need the mula
the clock we ah hustle for the bengy
Oh my brother e nor easy for the street
Na money nai make life sweet
Ah badidipadi way
DiPadipadidi Padidipadi way
doings, and then find a way to do them yourselves. Lies and deceits, and discords, and making yourself look good by making others look bad, are the key
Use our voice to pave another road
(Yeah)
Driven by the feeling in our bones
(Let it go)
What up doe I miss you, man, how's the misses
I ain't been home
still got you tripping off the legs you see
Another chick they used to beg to see
Was Josephine Baker, she had them hooked
They loved the way she shook
Grass dont grow where the sun dont shine
I wish my brothers get another chance one more time
Grass dont grow where the sun dont shine
Where the fuck
(Is hard to kill)
I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd
40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb
Another brother tried to get ill
And try
that different
Take it way back like Bron hooping with Boobie Gibson
Still had this vision it's finally coming to fruition
Zan is still my brother always
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