Lyrics:
Nah, I listen to a couple of dudes but fuck
Rap man I'd rather bump rhythm and blues
Like some Isley Brothers
Some Frankie Beverly
And Maze, a little
a cold winter just hope that I see the summer
I was a middle child we was three brothers
In and out them walls we could hardly see each other
I was living
you didn't listen to what I told you, now I gotta show you
In the projects where I used to live, just like you
I had to get my brothers dressed, make
me feel a good way and I need you in my life
I didn't make her group, but we made something better, a lifelong friendship. And I also met one of my
America, especially black
Bear with me, can't you see, that we under attack
I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama
Hope we make it, to better
knocking me down
Yet his love for me was forever bound
Here I sat at age thirteen
The smoking lungs that left me seen
In hopes he'd see I was young too
This
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was
ya face if I think you opposing me
Riding wit my brothers I’ll be wit’em till the casket drop
And love and loyalty is two things that I promise I won’t
(You know he gon' trademark)
I don't know what I did to you
I just wanna see you happy
I hope you wanna see me too (yeah)
Why these people talking
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out
And when I get out I gotta try to pave the way
So my family can have a better place to stay
I'm losin' all hope
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
Flex?)
Yeah, shoutout Uche
Oooooh snap, I almost forgot, my brother Vic!
What up Vic! Vic, I love you
My nephew bout to be born soon
I love you bro,
feel about her
Well I'll tell you what I know
Brown sugar love me real slow
And I don't care what my friends say
I just can't let her go
Two years
roll
Niggas with options
Stock piling the profit
Carve a villa in the mountains
For niggas
That’s plotting
Fuck you think
Off the drink
1 in her butt
2
Used to love it when you pulled my beards that's why I never shaved
I could say all girls are scums, thanks for opening my eyes
Made me feel dumb I
the blink of an eye
How can you sit as time passes by
Hatred building a grand golden throne
Give us a sign of that I know.
Mother Terror, dark as night
We
by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell
I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some that's comin'
"Jesus wept" and brother so can you
I can't hide myself
I don't expect you to understand
I just hope I can explain
What it's like to be a man
It's
how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
I'm carrying this heavy load
I don't know what to do
The only thing I know is that
I'm in love with you
'm better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
at the times that I was witcha
This one's for you and I truly hope you hear me
And through all your travels, I'm wishing you a peaceful journey
[Chorus x2
round the corner lurching
I pray for better days, I hope to have those wished heard
Pray for people, pray for all the ones you know
Pray for all the ones
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