Lyrics:
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your
by train nigga
Caravan then by plane nigga
So Icey print on my last brick
But these bricks plain jane, nigga
We the felix brothers, vato
We the felix
Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
Bren and Lin are the family twins
And big brother Ed's
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for
asked for some racks gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
Bren and Lin are the family twins
And big brother Ed's
Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
Bren and Lin are the family twins
And big brother Ed's
Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with
today
I'd tell Eazy and Dre to bring back N.W.A
I woulda told 'Pac not to stomp out Orlando
Told Puffy and Big about the Rampart scandal
I got too many
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
brothers that's creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
Right on the two inch tape
The Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape
Not the best not
'em into money
Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
Bren and Lin are the family twins
And big
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
dick get creamy, pussy dreamy
Ayo, one, two, check, one, it's fun too
I get it done too, forty inch my frontal
I get it three, four, yep, yep, I'm
They call Moma Rita and my Daddy Jack,
My little baby brother on the floor that's Mac,
Rhett and Lynn are the family twins,
Big brother Eddie's
Present, future on the stock exchange
Combined with those representing block chains
With 15/16 of growth and big gains
Inch, by, inch -creating
Richie: "So ya doin' good?"
Samantha: "Ya, I'm fine, how 'bout you?"
Richie: "How good could I be? I haven't seen you in three hours."
Samantha:
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
there's really a hole in that big blue sky
Then move it on over and let me by
Constantinople is a mighty long word
Got three more letters than
in the history of rap, two-inch reels
Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilled,
is Jack
little baby brother on the floor is Matt
Green and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
On the river floats
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