Lyrics:
what I'm sayin
The method of detectin niggaz all up in yo' game
can never be done, if you continue to remain
a victim in life, for the fact that love
thoughts stay drowned
in the shot that I took to the head
Man I'm Ernest like lead
Yeah
Gon break bread on the beat
Yo I ain't no Jesus but you gonna follow
inside of me
And I'm Ernest every day, Hemmingway on the mic
Gotta write
Farewell to These Arms
I'm the Old Man by The Sea
I never mean no harm
Only
like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
We must fight, for brother Mumia
We
But all it means to me is that you're further out of reach
Everywhere is sand and sun blue sky, water too
I need you
The Spanish moss is hanging
a method to this shit you understand?"
It goes wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off
Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off
Brother man took me by the hand
Told me that
on a nigga nah we ain't never had that, round here
Elm & jean bitch we all here
Niggas sipping drank eating steak wearing lounge gear playa shit
Gettin too
my life I've had to see to Believe
All I'm seeing is demeaning
Feeling battered by demons
They screaming
Telling me that I'm worthless
They striping
me more than that
Yeah, I know, I
Hey, hey, yeah
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me,
more than that
Yeah, I know, I
Hey, hey, yeah
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
come at all and not be ready
That's what separates me from the petty
MC's gas themselves by drinking too much Getty
And get torn the fuck up like
is covered up in dirt
Damn, it fucking hurts
Dreams of pushing Ranges, then he landed in a hearse
Being judged by all these strangers, I ain't standing
having this thirst
Pack a wood tight, have a good time, I try to get that off my mind now
How do I get by now? Fuck around and find out
I ain't ever been
to pack up all my shit quick
Barely celebrated my birthday
Love and hate relationship
But I'm still gonna miss the city wow
At the end of the day
That
more suitable
Cause I'm the brother that
Makes black so beautiful
I ain't slippin or down with a head trip
I'm talkin to all the Bloods
And all the Crips
got my brothers in arms
I got my brothers in arms arms arms arms
Come as we are
We brothers in arms
Blessed by the best so the luck was a charm
Rest
think you understand boy
All of the words that I'm saying
Came a long way from the basement and it up to the top
Niggas be thinking I'm playing til' I
brothers yea we back outside
Lookin for the sisters with them nice thick thighs
Pretty eyes watchin when that porche pass by
Weed legal too we smokin pack
think about you all the time.
I'm ready to put it all on the line.
Written by: Ernest W Coleman Sr
on your ass
Unlock that funky chaindance
Brothers, sisters, shoot your best
We don't need this fascist groove thang
Brothers, sisters
We don't need
and busted my black ass
Coolin in the pen, where the good's kept
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
A soulja
All you wanted to be,
it is, no problem bih
Shake that ass like you gon' get a scholarship
(x2)
(Ernest. K)
I been tee'd up since we re-upped, gettin too thrown off of free
it is, no problem bih
Shake that ass like you gon' get a scholarship
(x2)
(Ernest. K)
I been tee'd up since we re-upped, gettin too thrown off of free
the crown
Wild hundreds south side
Yeah that's how we get down!
I kept my soul like a real brother
Holding it down
And I speak on what I know brothers holding
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