worry no more I said there's my brother, wit Allah Best place he could be If I could get my miracle on Listen to me, I would bring my brother back
译文: 样式. 我的兄弟.
I don't care what you do I just want to get next to you Execution style Baby, baby, I'm hanging loose Dangling on the end of your nose Squeeze it so my
'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike I ain't know the real deal until last night How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll Used to call my
in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen a honey sweeter, won't stop till I get her cause I need her, my senorita Chorus: Puff Daddy (singing
And I roar like a tiger would My livelihood, is not Hollywood I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers
last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother
trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths
neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T nigga, what?) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore Aiyyo, my style
like my shit hardcore (Ice-T nigga, what?) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Bazaro) Aiyyo my style
my muthafuckin' will, gee So when I'm gone, it's on Caps goin' off on the streets like popcorn Talkin' bout Simon till the early morn' Word is bond, but now I just cool Bumpin' my Gang Starr tape, by my
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys
listen to this record even if you hate my fuckin' guts 'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done And my brothers ain't gettin' none A nigga
truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your spinal chord Bank job my forte, not off of gun play Hostage taker, I killed my brother
' a risk 'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics [Incomprehensible] in the pocket Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it [Incomprehensible] straight from my heart My
muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother