Lyrics:
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas
As a young nigga, I
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
slow, slow, slow
Slow, slow, slow, slow
I know he didn't know
So I told em'
These are the facts, simple as that
All of that religion they teaching ain't
to grow up and going to college
I'll going to be somebody
I'll going to take care of you mama
Like you been taking care of me.
Oh
That other brother he was
A small boy walked down a city street
Hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize
Brother
Sometimes it's hard to believe in Him
That's okay because he believes in you
The winds, the rain
The storm
The weapons that are formed against us (I
all my songs
My granddad and my brother gone it's feeling like I'm all alone
I got the call that he was gone
It hurt the most Ian know what to do
My
and made the windows all shot Airs it out while Yelling why was my girl on your jock Jay was scared but he knew that he couldn't call the cops
His brother
He is my brother (now he gon' lie)
He is my brother (claiming we beefin')
He is my brother (I dunno why)
He is my brother (that man betray me)
He is my
Five million brothers
That's all I'm asking for
Five million willing brothers
It'd be cool if there were more
Five million willing brothers
And you don't
A small boy walked down a city street
Hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize
Brother
A small boy walked down a city street
Hope was in his eyes
As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet
For one he could recognize
Brother
Gonna Make Dough All Legal.
Hang Tight Lethal,
He Made 'Pow', and,
He Brought In A Few More Black People.
I Rate That Highly,
That's Why, No Matter What
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
that you can do is bein' tainted
'Cause your brother's in the station and he's ill to the marrow?
Twelve or thirteen when I turned into an adult
All
And even if I could it will all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
Not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called
to me
Ain't had shit, he had to pay
Bitch, we square it
If I ever need a brother, I hit him up, know he there
And we goin' up now, cause all these bitches
'ma beat it up, and when I'm finished, have your hips lockin'
Bullets hit his body, he get to dancin' like he crip-walkin'
Look, all my hoes be knowin' that
'ma beat it up, and when I'm finished, have your hips lockin'
Bullets hit his body, he get to dancin' like he crip-walkin'
Look, all my hoes be knowin' that
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
needs to be driven by car, to and from campus. And you're going to take care of that. And he goes, Cool. And the negotiation was done.
I didn't know yet,
come from the hills of Europe.
That's where I met the Old Man.
He was lost in the woods,
I gave him directions,
He gave me a tuna can.
Then he stopped in
leave nothing else!
Now, there's one thing that the educators and the politicians and the establishment
Gotta remember
Now, brothers need jobs
If
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