Lyrics:
sumthin smooth and disarming
See what we got in common hopin your mind is open to approachin
With my dogs coaching me through closer to you
Closer I get my
their families,
Young women with little children by their sides
Come night we'd wait out in the canyons
And try to keep 'em from crossin' the line
[Verse 1:]
I'm fucked up
Most brothers don't have it like me
Like my brothers in the peep, doing half a century
See God I know it's hard
Black stay
the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
profits
Losing them made me heartless and it ain't a day that go by that they not on my head like a bonnet
What hurt the most if I’m honest
I ain't get
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
brothers are at your neck
Get lost in the internet
I am willing to get caught in your net
I just want to know if I can call and text
Cause I know these other
to your head now go ahead look to your left
You'll do as I say lets start with holding your breath
15 minutes long is enough to get you all set... uh
Time to get up, lift up, you down I pick up
Yo’ I gotcha back and this ain’t a stick up
(CHIEF RECKAH)
What’s a brother to do all alone by myself
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips
Taking sips of an Amaretto sour with a twist
Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline
Putting
(why), 'cause we some made niggas
For on pray they raised to get money waist
We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade
Aye
[Chorus]
opened up
I just lost the only fucking person that I idolised
For my entire life I copied you to the finest line
Bro, I have a flame in my mind I'm
Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is
Where the gun is kept
Cause in the night you'll feel fright
And at the sight
up in a row
Blindfold the crowd, line em up in a row
Rhyme hold em down, line em up in a row
I warn you now clown, here we go
If you gotta get
tough, tell me the truth when it hurts that's love
I've got brothers in Christ that are hating
But I've got brothers in Christ that are real
You know
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
you put a fag in your mouth
I'm not here to dispute that, I'm here to get down
And if I ever give a fuck it'll be too soon
If you catch me in July ain't
My soul a little charred brother
When I think about His goodness
I really do get charged up
To win the battle all we need
Is God voice to line up
God
city
Will they get toured? Nay, do you realize
I still got a break, brother
When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackin'
Take cover
That's Lyt
damn, nigga bout time
Been four years or is the drought at five?
Streets is thirsty like a fountain line
I was brain storming with a cloudy mind
Great
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
Yota, couldn't even get the basement
And I was trapping on the corner, had to get it off the pavement
And it's free my brothers locked down by them cases
you slapped shitll get you slapped
If you go to w w f u
Somebody put a slug in your brother then guess who
You know ima thug it but love it
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