the police to the priests and the project yards They're calling out asking me to change They're telling me to be so afraid My little brother is getting
Somewhere there in between The dirty sex and the faded jeans I caught a glimpse of a man that I used to be It scared the living shit out of me I must
From the police to the priests and the project yards They're calling out asking me to change They're telling me to be so afraid My little brother is
In the middle of the night I can do it just right It seemed like a good idea at the time And the morning light Will sting blind With all the things that
a little time To blow, like a bit fucking volcano Spewing knives and venom and poisonous two headed toads With words uglier that your face and the lies you're telling me
Is there anything right worth saving? The old bits are feeble and gray The oil-covered fish are buildings with bombs and decay I've got hand full of
a brother needed was a lil' push He so quick to push me Ride of the edge Write my name in red Write me off as dead, [missed] They deliver. We
game and it ga ga goes....... 123 check,check 123, check 123 That aint the hook now follow me There's nothing else for me to say My public adores me! Everybody bores me
they mouth and try to take shots at me (take shots at me) [Eminem] Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin You might see me walkin a dead
is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
(Yeah), Turn me up some (Redman) (Busta)Fuck goin' on?,Yo!,..Uncle Darren,......What up brother Yeah, Yeah Flipmode See we got a whole....we got a gift
Me couldn’t find me nine(um hum) So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) (repeat 2’x) (spilff star) A lot of brothers don’t like me Screw me when the
I'm not mistakin Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper Listen to
it imbeds the type of thoughts that got a lot of brothers dead The smarter brother knows to keep his foes close and i'm the type of brothers that smarter
in a little house On the side of a little hill Picks the litter from the ground Litter little brother spills He gives I get Without giving anything to me
the door For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve The other eight had to be baking soda by itself So papi fuck you, you dead now,
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(shit!) And it’s getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me
s like that Verse two: Now you wanna get me Horny little must be a f-a-g Tryin to fuck me out my land and my manhood Got broke eating spam and canned
