Lyrics:
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
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
Chicago, players in the D
Hood to hood
If we all made niggas, then why is we beefin'?
When them Jewish brothers be chillin' Sabbath Friday evening
Even
guard but they don't speak
Ain't seen no Michaeangelo
He'll be here next week.
The girl in the shoes
With the crystal heels went chaperoned by her
but they don't speak
Ain't seen no Michaeangelo
he'll be here next week.
The girl in the shoes
with the crystal heels went chaperoned by her brother
You like ridin' around with your big brother, in your uncle's custom van
You want to bleach your hair so bad, but your mama don't understand
And they fond him down by the Pontchartrain
Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
I heard
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
touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact,
Beautiful things we see wherever we go
Creation big enough enuh for us to explore
I got to catch fun I got to feel some vibrations outside dey yeah
of a pistol
My brother run out and come back in all excited
And I said what was it and he said it was the report of a pistol and then he said
Mr Garfield
I'm a big dawg, you a cat
How is that you was ever in the format?
Honey bun, on the bed, yeah, hunnid racks, sun's up
I ain't 'sleep, I been countin'
songs with you
Brother I look back on all of the love, on all of the laughs
Remember in the moonlight night?
We saw the neighbours pool by the riverside
ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us
[DMX]
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm
Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder
Then there are times I will take my brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-ridin' on the Tennessee Stud
I had some trouble
With my sweethearts, pa
One of her brothers
Was a bad outlaw
I sent her
Brothers and Sisters...
Thank You!
Thank you so much!
We have come so far!
Yet we have so very far to come...
Prejudice should not exist in this
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
by everyone
Who's smile was as bright as his dream
And his brother Bob together with God
Planned a beautiful scene
They stood hand in hand with
We the felix brothers, vato
We the felix brothers
We count 200 million every time
We meet each other
I'm in LA, caviar, like a Meechie Brother
Guwop
Who's that man, who's that man?
Who told him that he could hold your hand?
When I looked him in the eye he ran
Who's that man, who's that man?
This is the sound that keeps us together
We are the ones who survive
Farewell my brother
You're off to the big rink in the sky
The good lord's
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