Lyrics:
Undertaker please rive slow
For the lady you are hauling
Lord I hate to see that woman go
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord by and by
There's
Nasty
Brother Freaknik, I'm back, bitch, that's right
You ain't gotta close your eyes, this ain't no dream, bitch
I got it (Tha Bizness)
Yeah, you
hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa's gonna turn 'em into money
Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
Put his ass on the stretcher
But if he survives, I'm willing to betcha
He'll be out for revenge
They
strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
Outside the cage I see my Brother John
He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out "Help!"
up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott Street
School was lettin' out
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?", Watch
a brother acts wild.
One slug to the head, mafioso style.
You catch a Universal beat down with sounds that pound,
watch yourself son, I'm comin'
that some steps outside the boho dance
Have a fascination for me
A camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
that some steps outside the boho dance
Have a fascination for me
A camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in
Ladies, listen up this song is for you
You know it's hard out there to find a dude
But The Lonely Island's got three top-notch brothers
So sit back
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice?"
I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice", you know what I'm saying
So Chuck,
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
to follow me
Change your history, categories
Different people in the same territories
Hip-hop in here for my Black Eyed Peas
So watch it watch it be
our women (why? Why? Why? Why?)
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies
Put that finger up at the section ladies
Scream come on scream
At the chisa and the cream
Raised up in Brooklyn
But be ballin' down in Queens
I was almost full grown gettin'
Wide in the shoulders
Rubbin' my horns on a tree
When I noticed that ladies had
Big eyes for cowboys
They weren't
brother to make it out
But brothers want trophies, they troll for clout
Rappers weird, weird flex, but okay
You ain't as ill as you think, you just okay
and into sun
Ride the vine and drink to tree
In and out of every part of New York City
Kangaroos on my tail, but that's okay
I'm doing ninety and a great
Teach me about them old worlds big brother
And in an elevator
Where somebody can get out
With the sound
They say that girl lost her sway
Just watch
I blame
For the way I am?
I ain't never had one soul to help me
So I don't give a
Ahem
Watch that, boy, watch that
I heard you thinkin'
I
Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio, ya know what I'm sayin'
And this brother stop me and aks me
"Yo wassup with that
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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