Lyrics:
walkin
Yo this nigga done, cousin stick a fork in him
Try to warn him, my little brother and they team they
Had to run up on him
A new asshole, they chon
Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks
And pretty white cadillacs; and they was fly from the south
So check it out..
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cries they runnin' fast
Crack spillin' out they sides
It's the Hill brothers that kill
And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin' but thugs
Cops
When the thunder came
With our flag in flames
Everybody change the color
When the night became so dark with pain
Everyone became a brother
I
a little nigga with his head straight
Never got to school early, always went to bed late
Grew up with the older dudes, do what your brother do
It's just
executed, everyday another brother getting
Executed. And all our artist getting arrested I aspect improvement. It's a message
In the music, I suggest you
was for punks.
Then you told me come and stay.
And you ain't care what I want.
You told me come and dance and rap wit my brothers.
You taught me
died
We got some problems
How do you solve that?
First, we pray, then we ride
First, we pray, then we ride
He was my brother
Loved him
and grab some sheeking
Cause later on that night a brother went deep in
Woke up my sleep by some suckers dope, left on my answer machine
Why you stood me up
ralou's brother little Deven
Ya know I'm sayin, Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
Know I'm sayin
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin
But
All my brothers (what)
Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
Shaolin take it to the top
All the ladies (oowww)
Show some love sugar, it's
phone, blowin up my pager
Watts-Up is on the set
Just checkin out the scenery, brothers I ain't never met
Is hittin me up, I had to swallow my pride
Just
Little brother's got a habit
That he thinks he's getting under control
And he's selling all our love
And best wishes as the hunger grows;
difference
Wrong or right
Told me he leave
The girl at the curb
Told me never to speak an unkind word
My brother's got rhythm
I got the blues but
Babe
at any given moment
Like Twine I used to call him a brother of mine
His pops was a drunk and his mother was blind
He use to stay at my hose sometimes my
bridges to feign brothers.
Brothers of nothing more than a simple label.
So now, I'm in control after all, for myself I prove I still am.
But within
little poopy lil brother with the big mouth
see a pimp make move and sessions
and get the money when its there no questions
if he slip then he do it for
stackin', I'm stackin' the cheese
I just got off the line with my brother, he told me
"Nigga, you got the key to the streets"
And they say they want
gon' lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain't gon' lie, bitch can't fuck my brother, the bitch can't talk to me
Ain't gon' lie,
Tryna touch my heart, that's gon' take a while
Thank God for my brother, what the fuck would I do without Kyle?
Thank God for my brothers not leavin' me
the motherfuckin' North
Hop in the hood where they cannot go
Pull up with fire, I pull up with gats
Don't need my dog, I bought him a Lac
Loony my brother, I
Cause mad thugs turn bitch when
You show that ass algebra
It's like the vexed look, the sex look
The checks look, cause brothers be
Scared of that
rich (what I do)
Give my brother a new lawyer, move my grandma out the brick
And Jamesy call the hell 'cause he ain't tell her I know he's sick
brother
I could have dropped down to the floor
Before I could turn 'round
He was running for cover
Like a billy goat through the door
She could be dying,
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