Lyrics:
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
the main thing
Fuccin with the flock then boy
You better bring your a game
Aye man posted on the block just tryna maintain
Acquire profit split it with
you'll like it or you'll understand
It's the law, the law of the land
'Cause made by almighty men
A teacher man can't be found
Until you find
Other "goodies" The guys on my tier made me
Feel like I was a part of a
Family like a brotherhood i was
The new brother and
They showed me love just like
What can really make a man
No gold or money, clips and honey
Dips don't make a brother know
No don't make a brother golden
What can really make
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken for real, my fault we takin' in back
a little somethin' man
All these brothers around here fiendin' for that crack-a-lack-a-lack
You dig what I'm sayin'? Yo man, all they wanna do is get what
yourself mama
Ah hunt man out deh a hunt chedda
Nuh bother worry yourself mama
Me a tell yuh say me deh mongst mi real brothers
Nuh bother worry yourself
on man
You don't need a gang to solve em
I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life
Two brothers in a straight up fist fight
Nobody pulled a gat, nobody
never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash
exactly
They used to laugh, joke, and try to fool me though
Saying (Man, you wasting all your time in the studio!)
I used to get dissed by the neighborhood
real, girl, it's me in your world
Believe me
Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things
diminished
Forgive me all my brothers if you think that I'm a cynic
Written by Bustin Jest
up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this ?
Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn
better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga
Hey, hey, hey, hey, you just hold it right there (yo, get off me, man)
We got an illegal low blow
better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga
Hey, hey, hey, hey, you just hold it right there (yo, get off me, man)
We got an illegal low blow
know
what I mean? I got something to say, man"
Lord Finesse is the brother who's talking (huh...huh...huh James' Brown samples)
And this is
brothers in this by midnight
Cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man
Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
Mind teachin' things
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
on my sweater
How many times have they man been wetter
Feeling like heavy
Cause my ops no better
Yeah my ops no better
Like yo
Still screaming anything
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
ain't[01:10.57]I go by clo, she wanna rock and I wanna roll[01:12.71]Bust it down with VVS, I don't really rock with gold[01:15.83]Man, he in and out that
have BUs in their names
Now I want OBI (Ahh ahh ehh)
What I’m destined t’ OBI (Ahh ahh ehh)
Ain’t No better time
Peter OBI
Your are our man
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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