friends won't do shit Feel like a nigga can't win for losing But they still can't stop the stop They can't stop the stop They can't stop the - oh! [Rapper
Перевод: Little Brother. Не может выиграть за потерю.
soul 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
this sunshine everyday So why don't you come home baby and everybody tryin to battle each other getting smothered It ain't worth it thirstin' for the blood of your brother
brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention Cried my tears, for three good years Ya can't be mad at me Cause if you
a blamby You said I can be all I can be Some day I'mma buy you Miami So when I win my Grammy you commin cause I do this for my family (Hook) You
gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't
of ya Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother? Motherfucker, I ain't
that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (for each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for sale And you can
a little glass being Sayin (if you got problems I can - I can change your way of seein em) It's not as easy as it surely may seem You lose your life
a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners Pride for my lunch and sleep for dinner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner He called me everything except for
's mother, she trippin, blamin' me And his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy, you win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother
soul 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
wasn't Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might
You win some, lose some, nigga regardless Hang on the corner sell crack with straps Or we can go to the club like pimps and macks Or we can unite for
All I really want for Christmas Is someone to tuck me in A shoulder to cry on if I lose Shoulders to ride on if I win There's so much I could ask for