Lyrics:
of pleasures
And calculating step by step
I will smile forever
The death came to my bedroom just to warn me
She said: “Hey my brother, enjoy while you
through
I finally know the truth
What goes around, comes around
And will come back to you
And how you treat your brother man
Will pay you back in
things will never be same
Wish I could tell my brother something for some motivation
And get him out that gutter
He's leaving behind a family and a mother
I'll trust) hey, hey hey!
Ah, yeah!
Who you gonna trust, who you gonna
Who you gonna in i'm talkin' to you
Yes, you, my brother
Put all your trust in
bizarre
Rappin' style used by me, the B-I-Z
M-A-R-K-I with the E and, you will be agreein'
A brother ain't a brother unless he is say like G'n
Up with
Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other
Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast
Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who
Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other
Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast
Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who
records
But they still boo-hooin', my joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya',
Hey fly you want to hit money?
I got one for ya' bite that ass
This
drink alone
No, they don't
Hey, Darius
If you're goin' to the bar, will you get me one more?
I got you, brother
Oh, yeah
Alright, listen
If you
say some cry
Can't get by so later on they die
Because the strong will survive
The weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
Clean the windshield and throw out the trash
So I let him (Hey)
I even asked a brother his
Name, where he was from
Got kids man and what's their ages
He
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
brother John. T
Hey hug each other.
A Visit To The Doktor
John bitterly explains that the entire life of the Slipperman
Is devoted to satisfying
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And through the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
Then transported to my throat then
chill by yourself, don't really sweat nobody
Speak to all the brothers and say peace to every hottie
But lurking in the ghetto is a germ that insist
Pawned it for a cure for a blues
But hey babe, I saved you some
It's okay babe, 'cause it won't be long
There will come a Sunday morning
Phone is gonna
brothers while another mother cries for help
man we need to help a brother find himself
feed'em, light 1 2 3
hey theres something everybrother should see
go lick out them brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bold off set, comin'
feelin', but will they last or be blasted?
Hard-headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in his casket
The aftermath, more bodies being buried
I'm losing my
brother, Scrap Lover my other" -> Kane
"He's the greatest ever!"
[Repeat: x4]
"Hey hey hey! It's.." [Fat Albert]
".. Mister Cee as we say, my man
your teeth
You look at the window where is your freedom
Will waiting for another season
You are separated by a concrete wall
And poor Peters ask for
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