Lyrics:
looks frozen
Causing commotion
Added another lil notch on my belt
Money like Oprah
Brothers like Jonas
So many flows I can feature myself
Came from
brother, yea brother, yea brother, yea brother, yea brother, yea sister...)
(God damn!)
My favorite kind of beer? Well, you know that is root beer
Perhaps
in a Chevy Cobalt
Jonas Brothers, better turn it up
When we fly down I-35
Don't lie to me, I just want the truth
No handshakes, I just want the news
from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one
One,
ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to find em and solve em
Now you're crying bout what a brother owns
King died so you could buy your throne
I
nothing though
Saheed Elesha I miss you, god bless my brother’s soul
Ricky is sitting, Baba was sitting
Caught up and slipping for fearing a McDonald’s
a chorus
We are family
Musical brothers no not them Jonas
Street nigga
Dinner in them corners care to join us
Oh yeah
Oh no I'm not done fella
Oh no I'm not
Wake up Call -
Lyrics - Geoff Tate
Music - Alessandro Del Vecchio, Pete Alpenborg, Marco Sivo, Jonas Eriksson
You threw sand in the sky,
as we
ropes? Naw, that ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to find em and solve em
Now you're crying bout what a brother owns
King died so you could
waters you just trout
Sunk cur plunked skunk caught up in the funk getting tossed in the trunk
They'll find you in a month ooh (ooh ooh)
But the game don't
Brothers, Jay Picon
Man in the field, yeah we see you out there
Bill Galudamon, you the man, you know that right?
Robot Killer and The Money Brothers
where your brother is your enemy
And cops turn misdemeanors into felonies
Playin the game the stakes are a lot
Either you're strung out on drugs, in jail
Moneys never been the focus its a bonus
I been gettin bands with my brothers
Like its Jonas
I don't like my liquor watered down
Minnesota in the winter
Let it be
Music & Lyrics Alessandro Del Vecchio, Pete Alpenborg, Marco Sivo, Jonas Eriksson
My head is so full of memories and they're all about
're forever away
So I go find someone new, but they could never be you
And you don't have any clue, all of the pain I've been through
You really put me through
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
grownups
Fear makes you lie
Time makes you own up
Risks make you high
They love marijuana
Rock out with my brothers
They call us Jonas
They tried to test
even though i knew it wouldn't go in
But the homies grab my board, my brothers like Jonas
Hate to see me broken just dealing with my emotions
Wish that i
When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have
Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique
Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master
start some shit about a bitch
You might find out that hoe don't even want you
Used to be brothers, united like Jonas
Had plenty homies but now you a loner
to sucka punch me, I was like ouch
Brushed that off, now I'm back sucka bounce
You was cool for the moment
But you didn't own it
Now you corny brother Jonas
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
snowwhite and black
Songtext and who feels Lord he knows it
and what he sees is dreader than dread
Lyrics red tears stealing your hope man
but you can´t
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