Lyrics:
of the problem is this (Speak on it God)
Preacher got my Old Earth puttin' money in the pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eatin' out a soup can
He has
family, my brother, my geezer, my akhis)
It's just me and my brothers
Yo, it's death before dishonour
It ain't just a saying, that's a rule we live by
will not be fought
An attempt to save some lives
Spreading out more peaceful vibes
See that less drugs will be sold
So a man can live to grow old
it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe
A brother'll blow this
Another ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame emcees that don't blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)
Verse 1 (Master P)
I sell stones
too many doodles
It's not that I'm getting old
Or clouded by my scruples
Not a leader
Got no puples
But if you look into my eyeballs
I follow nobody
of the problem is this (Speak on it God)
Preacher got my Old Earth puttin' money in the pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eatin' out a soup can
He has
how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul
you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to drug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug
fun, I just I love it man
Bee catching is great when I smother man
Just call me big brother man
Or I'll come up to your front lawn with an oil can
Spread
We trap together you my brother
Throw a rose to abyss and trade my life for that another
Money fold make a fist imma play till it smother
I'm feeling
Heard me a story about this brother
Heard he was more than a hundred years old
Beat up and robbed by friends of his
So he thought
Which proves this
tryna figure out who could be a figure
My brothers never spoke to each other when I was growing up
I remember tryna to build a bridge, I wasn't old
I'm glad to hear you guys are all doing good man
I miss the family I miss our friends man but uh I'm glad I'm glad you accept my calls
Hello old friend
up, Mommy get your feet off The Table
The cable luck bare, my man got me one on his leckle
It's nothin' for me to get up with you, guts with you
Blow
"Who is it?", that's what my brothers barked
"The princess," this sweet voice remarked
She said she was looking for a certain man
Who could bring her
to get wreck
Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check
I`m one of the illest brothers known to man
But if you don`t understand, see I`m
you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to drug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
I need Christ
That's the only thing I know
I really can't breath right
I'm strangled by animosity from by own people
Lately it's hard to be nice
right hand man
Be a Christ-ain, He can feel your pain
From the same place, overcame the same thang
Overcame Struggle, here for you brother
Catch you when
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
heart
Just go fill it with love"
But what is love?
What is love?
What is love?
What is this thing I've been told since thirteen years old
Where
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