Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother Come back, baby brother You're my baby brother You're my baby brother Come
译文: 是. 我和弟弟.
it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and
watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin',
the ultimate war I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking
me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags When
Range, ****** throwin' dirt on my name Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain ******* left me 'cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true, she came to me
the next day Brothers be beefin', cops be thievin' Brothers be scheming, it should be teaming Jokers be smoking and staying broken There's going to be teasing and money squishing Look at me creeping, baby
with resistance Baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do? Tell me, what do you wanna do? You can ride and smoke with me or I can ride and smoke with
Souls Babi Boi, my angel, daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads (Crossroads) Babi Boi Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me Everybody
So come with me and I'll let you see Soon as you pull down your panties and [Incomprehensible] Don't forget about Jay, just want me a fresh hoe If you wanna trip let me
me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst
that whole armor of righteousness I spark this thang, but my name ain't Bubba I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover And brothers that wax fat and
blooded, hard-core (c'mon) Rough and rugged, rugged and raw (Yo, aight let let me get a little taste of this here) for you and yours, for you and yours
today Oh Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me So you can see What's going on Ya, what's going on Tell me
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't stops Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance