Lyrics:
brothers, I'll go to hell for them
And by my sisters, they know how I'll cast a spell for them
I don't know how, but I'ma do it, that's the hell in him
I
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
I know we getting close
I see that light at the end of the tunnel
I moved away from my bro's
But we ain't never let this shit crumble
I was serving
at how far that we
Cam If we need something, we hustle the bank
Handed us, and that's what they think Other brother gone, wish you woulda shot
A blank One
Aye look, aye Don't take no photos
He 6'2 he a get folded by this 4 4
Oh no, I guess that nigga called the popo
Registration mine but i still drive
put you in a Bentley truck
Im thanking god for my sister and my grandma Rose too
And i miss my lil brother Kai baby this shit for you
I just hope you
know
My best friends and my brother
Mom and dad hold up oh no
I never met my father so
I never held him close (What?)
The world will keep on turning so
the stove gotit talk to 'em
All this drip I'm pursuin'
If my brother got beef, I'm chewin'
Thirty-three shots, lil' nigga
Patrick Ewing
I'd rather fuck her
horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here I come....
horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here I come
My
There's some baddies in this
World
But none of them come close
To my Michigan girls
There is some baddies
In this world
Baddies in this world
But none
A.K.A. Baby Flex
You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter
For fuckin' another nigga's bitch
Listen close to what I say, dog, it might hurt ya
The way we got each other is a different type of close
This a soul tie, and it's bigger than you know
Is this 'gone last forever?
Bae that's all I want
change on me
Gone hurt my heart if I ever read up that testimony
And I keep it on me gettin' rich real niggas bettin' on me
If you ain't my brother ain't
her till the day I die.
Pouring down rain, on this cold, cold ground.
It's pouring down rain, on this cold, cold ground.
I'm all alone by myself,
soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
(Staying by my side)
Go to court for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my bail for me, make sales for me
Have a baby with me (This is what she'll do)
Not too
Should know by now this some shit
Shit bitch im trying to be shit rich
I told her I just want the coochi
She put me on her shit list
Im on the roll
(Chorus - 2x)
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter
(Z-Ro)
After living through drive-by's got
cry
Bitch this ain't no lullaby
Fuck that boy he switching sides
Quick to get em gone we roll em up and now we getting high
Hella fucked up
myself
I feel it's my fault, when I don't know better
I wish and I hope, that things gone get better
I plead and I cope, all for my brother
We do this in
for our brothers and sisters that have been troubled by this corrupted system
It’s problematic
They dishing out guns like crack to addicts
And the bum
I got the bands on me
Bands on me
Just like no
She gon suck fasho
Please keep on your clothes
Keep my brothers close
Like bitch you not my speed
of it
Ever since the medic told the walkie talkie
Man down
Dad's gone
Son you better be a better man now
Mamma never planned for this (She didn't)
There's
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