Lyrics:
He was my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest, big chest
Killed fifty badmen in the West
He knows no rest
Bigger
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
free
Cause I'm a factory
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
But big brother got the keys
this DICK!
Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
It's a position in sex that's done by the masters
It ain't the 69 or what you
big brother Eddie's on the bayou fishin' On the river
floats Poppa's great big boat That's how me and Poppa
get in to town It takes every bit of a night
Tragedy, MC Shan and the whole crew, you know how that go
Marley Marl, and my man Big Bo locked up in the piece
And my man Drawz, you know
(Big Mayo
jumps in his bireau heading down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana River
gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He sets his
find out you and your wife of ten years
Just might be related
Brother, life's not over it's just
Simply complicated
There's other situations that
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live, just to live
Get my sister Sandy
My little brother Ray
Buy a big old wagon
To haul us all away
Live out in
got to appear in court brother just caught a case
come up wit enough money of big brother just got dat place
25 to life all he could do is look
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
I dreamed about that boy who's been waiting for so long
Homefolks think I'm big in
a week (na-na-na)
He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred (na-na-na)
I've made mistakes by looking in the wrong window
Her dad is big
Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live, just to live
Get my sister Sandy
My little brother Ray
Buy a big old wagon
To haul us all away
Live out in
to go
He jumps in his piro headed down the bayou
He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He
[Verse 1:]
I'm fucked up
Most brothers don't have it like me
Like my brothers in the peep, doing half a century
See God I know it's hard
Black stay
walked into a ho house
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
It's all for my nigga Big Hurk, when I show out
Picture this in a frame, get
Syria?
First black president, the masses were hungry
But the same president just
Bombed an African country
The Jonas Brothers are here
They're out there
oh Lord I wanna go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by
nerves
As he deserves
A singular mentality
Drones in a hive mind
United by malicious intent
It's evil condensed and refined
Big brother's devil child
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City and dreamed
about the life I left at home
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
I
big toe on Mandela
And Liberty was misquoted by the Indians
Slavery was just a learning phase
Forgotten without a verdict
While Justice is on a rampage
Japan, are you in the house?
Everybody, are you in the house?
Baby, baby, come on
Baby, come on, baby, come on (Bad Boy)
Oh, when you walk by every
on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit, looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, brother I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones
I moved onward,
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