Перевод: Walker Brothers. Жир удар Мама.
Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly Tell me
[Intro] Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna know
saturated fat We ain't tryin' to hold nobody back Tell your mama come Tell your papa come Tell your brother come Tell your sister come Tell your cousin
well known Casanova Can I put on an army, quick to take it over Nine on my niggas, count all my figures Money on the street went entertainment Nowadays brothers
da poetry, by now you should know it's me, the brother of word giving thanks and praises to so many names and faces in different places from '84 to '99
instrumental I continue with. My song yeah we’ve got jumping jerks with no understandings of The east coast stomp. fam understand. Several other brothers
When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P. Niggaz and bitches be eyein me I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame Because I'm dangerous
. (out) Verse 1:dinco d They got my brother locked down in connecticut. Confederate "dЎ± we can better it. But yo, I’m illiterate to the little bits. Until the fat
a brother break the law Skip trial and escape tomorrow Til I end up in the courtroom White chucks, hair spiked up With my double fat laces on And I want
Intro - [Kurupt] Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Fat Joe] No Judas or cowardice that Caine's brother
cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn't even look in a brother's direction
[Record scratching sounds] [Rapper] Yo, brother A to Z [Mraz] Yo, whassup B? [Rapper] Yo, what time is it? [Mraz] Haha it's laundry day Well, let the
get my loot up Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up One by one I push 'em down fat bullet fat head make a
Scarface dreaming of becoming Tony, Schemin, Triple beamin, double teamin bitches with my homies I got no blame(?) its just some bitches understand my story And anger problems, my brother
This is a story of seven brothers We had a the same father but different mothers We keep together like a family should Roaming the country for the
The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie Now don't you look fly I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother Or maybe your brother or your
