'Now listen' [Mos] ..doin this song for you. all my little brothers.. out in the street. strugglin to survive.. keep your eyes on the prize, you know [
Перевод: Black Star. Little Brother.
'Now listen' [Mos] ..doin this song for you. all my little brothers.. out in the street. strugglin to survive.. keep your eyes on the prize, you know
blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH,
it, brother I got the heart to do it Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it Ain’t nithin gonna stop my black
eye and didn’t even know I was his brother’s keeper Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper (spliff star) Deeper and deeper Nigga’s vision start to black
ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids all on the corner
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done [ ROUND 1: Divine Styler ] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black while styles ( ? ) ( ? ) of brothers
three Why didn't my folks just die in this society? Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me? Two little brothers, two sisters, them
to lap dance and date the boyfriend of her mother Now here comes Jerry's next guest and it's a slugfest 'Cause it's her trailer trash brother Nymphomaniac
my mother made a man of me Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me how to save my little dividends So when I graduated I'd have a little
Of an Uzi someone had just scored "I betcha I could hit that light With my one good arm behind my back" Says little Joey Diaz Brother give me another
of battle is written in the shadows of a hard black line Where people cry for a nations scars And heroes sleep beneath a blanket of stars Too young to
no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope Cause in this town, it's goin on And brothers doin
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
boogie be with you Left my moms a note with these quotes on a trunk It says I split to earth to resurrect the funk A dozen snapple pops and a little
You will have 2 texts And finally, we are takin' a field trip To the East Star Housin', projects speak perfect slang Black Ceaser, Superfly, Golden These
to lane, and keep my pimpin' together Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star Start as blacks
