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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

The Boss Is Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

got three
Tossed you out like a paper sack
This brother ain't Sprung On The Cat
What about all the old homies?
I got paid so they call me phony
But I

that can withstand
Because it's not a good place
Back at school, running a fail
Jim didn't care to come out of his shell
Leaned on Charlie for the help

with the shoulder, G~Gyde

Prez-O
It's the G-Glyde baby, with them nasty lyrics
Get up on it, whenever you hear it,
We put the, sauce on it, get it

Dear Mr. President

Paris

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

the fucker one more term
Get him out

Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dyin
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it

Triple my double
I used to get in trouble
Now these lyrics I write in my struggles
I just need a cuddle
Walking into puddles
I grumble man but I know

Feels So Good [Bonus Track]

Brand Nubian

Rap Declares War

1992

we gonna do it
Before we get out like Shout

We used to be some soloists but now we form tri-pack
And if you try to step to this, you just might

on Tata Madiba

MalumeDee shout out to my ninjaz
Right up in Troy with thugs and drug dealers
Nothin' but love for lyrics and beats man
Nothin' but love for

the family and you'll notice
That we always been brothers like the Jonas
All that bullshit cut it out, Joey Gladstone
Before Robert come and hit you with that

the hondese just like it's a phantom
Keep it all black, cause I gotta stay lowkey

Keep the hammer like my brother, Loki
I like the bear arms, not no Yogi

it's all about persevering
They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance
Yeah, I

My Philosophy

Boogie Down Productions

Live Hardcore Worldwide

1991

bother dissin' me 
Or even wish that we'd 
Soften, dilute, 
Or commercialize all our lyrics 
'Cause it's about time 
One of y'all hear it 
First-hand

don't make a difference now I'm replacing it with all my dividends so what
Is what I be tellin myself tryina make me a band wit my brothers like Jonas
If

me take you out
I could show you how I live
Yeah, shawty look so blessed, oh yes
I'ma tell you what it is
I won't give you no less, no mess
I'm not

blessings just like bonus
That grave was empty can't see where the bone is
I'm with my brothers in Christ like Jonas
Vanish from sin like hocus pocus
God hit

But nowadays if you have fun, it will turn man into shirts
And how's your brother gone without, riddle me that
If bro run out of gas, then we're

Feels So Good

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

we gonna do it
Before we get out like Shout

We used to be some soloists but now we form tri-pack
And if you try to step to this, you just might

My 19th Birthday

Dave

Game Over

2017

(169)

I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital
With my brother and my mum
And I know it sounds dumb but I felt like I lost it all
The pain's

up if you see them
Don't kick me out yet I'm grieving
I'm a dead man walking my heart stopped beating
I want you I can't control it
Yea I fucked sum

the play got sticky
Had to the dash before anyone could nick me
I ain't talking bout no Jonas 
Rolled there for some brain hitting it was just a bonus

ruins

My mind is twisted, Lines is gifted
I'm a listen away from finding my inner vision
And spilling it out with lyrics. I'm bout this you hear me 
Get

notice
They turn shit around' when they treated' you bogus I'm tryna live life with my brothers like Jonas
Yeah fuck these bitches we on rags to riches

the posts
I checked the likes, that can't be right he ain't yo type
You really out here playin games you tryna get me tight
You wanted attention? You got it

How can I live if I’m splitting in two
She getting me stressed, I’m out to the booth
It’s all about winning so how can I lose
My life is mess, Im