goin' on? I'm just holdin' on What's goin' on? What's goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo If you could soar the sky like a bird Would you be disturbed To see brothers
] Yo, Huh, I guess not cause if they was They would've heard my pain years ago When I was out there screaming help! Servin cane and the tears'll flow
came up in an early age on the corner servin cane gang bangin and everythang we some mutherfuckin gangstas broke to the right Blood in Blood out brothers
wrong Back in my days I was headed straight for the graveyard Running from school cause enemies never stay far Wear my colors watching colors chasing after my older brothers
cover You can't judge sugar by looking at the cane You can't judge a woman by looking at her man You can't judge a sister by looking at her brother
up, smoke it up My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up One ear, out the other, one man out to smother The neighborhood that left me here without my brother
't stand it Catch a flight across the Atlantic Step off the plane, nuttin' but expense of the game Bitch, I'm rich you know my name, show me the cane
a pig at home in a pen corn to feed 'im on All I need is a pretty little girl to feed 'im when I'm gone. Goin' on the mountain to sow a little cane
ear, screaming (chorus) dialouge Ron: what the hell is going on between the sheets in my home Chante: baby wait, let me explain, before you start to point your cane
maid was going to bed, She heard a sound, a beautiful sound, That made her heart feel glad. She thought it was her brother John, Returning from the cane
Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin' Tap tap tappin' with his cane Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin' Tap tap tappin' with his cane His last ditch lies down
m sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires So brother, be a brother And fill this tiny cup of mine But please, sir, make it whiskey I have no head for wine Oh brother
serve these clucks My older brother was touched It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane Crack house for my birthday The next day my brother
do. 1. I ain't as lame as you, 2. I done slung more cane than you. 3. I'm more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you, 4. when I show up your hoe
. biggs r. kelly, and shante moore) What the hell is going on between the sheets in my home, Baby wait let me explain before you start to point you cane
t speak Ain't seen no Michaelangelo, he'll be here next week The girl in the shoes with the crystal heels Went chaperoned by her brother They raise a
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands