Lyrics:
On my block
Erribody got big whips
Wide bodies, bending some big hips
D boys never giving out statements
So many rats here looking for placement
In
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
Christian Barnaard the
Famous hearty part of the
Lettuce now praise famous mental homes
For loonies like me
So on the button, my contention
Causing all
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
got those Black Cements
That you recommended 'cause resell is like half my rent
And the thing is, I'll probably still get 'em to just to rep you
For
smothered
Weak in his knees he followed The buzzards
Sweet like no other
Always pray for my brothers
Even the ones that I've lost
Don't need to answer a boss
just stepping out in Christians
I don't need a brag, just to show you that I'm different
Cause the money talk for me, so girl just listen
Big baller,
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
to be comin' home talkin' that "daddy's home" shit (nigga)
We been gettin' along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't
and went on my way
I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say
It was after eleven when I rocked the mic
And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped
me by
Oh please, don't pass me by
For I am blind, but you, you can see
Yes, I've been blinded totally
Oh please, don't pass me by
And you know as I
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
high
You telling me for
“Fitting the profile”
I could easily
Die?
How you call yourself a Christian yet
Let my skin bother you?
Everyone loves those like
lucky
All that my bigger brother tell me take another ass whoopin’ and see
By the rock ‘em sock ‘em roll bottle he believe that the owner is me
He
a muther f**kin' ear.
So I can tell you why...
Runnin' With my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
the last album
Still they didn't understand it
Now I'm in a panic, scrambling for relevance
From a bunch of people I consider irrelevant
The elephant
think I left it here
You making money prove it my nigga
Triple dog double dare
Easy does it you actin' ruthless but don't compare
To a legend get fifteen
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
album, got no time to chat it out
He offered Corey a flight, said he could land by tonight
Corey replied, "shit, like, maybe I might"
Corey pride took
appetite for the ladies
Coulda picked up the phone, could of ended up doing wrong
Man, I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home, 'cause I love my lady
How the hell you gonna be a great?
I need a blazin' inferno for my enemies
Behind my back I know that everybody sends for me
And I'd respond but I
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
do Is give thanks
I pray for ways That my flesh I can escape
Dream big as a kid everybody break the bank
Brothers banging but in life we have choice
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