couldn't even make my list If ANYONE says that this is dope, I SWEAR I'll probably take my fist and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get
[Nelly Talking] Free City This is a shout out to every young brother ya know Thats doin his thing right now Keep ya head up... He's walkin the yard
WAY DON?T EVER MAKE EXCUSES OR PUNCH THE CLOCK CAUSE THAT?S HOW SUCKERS ARE MADE, AND YOUR DREAMS FADE DON?T EVER HIDE YOUR BRUISES OR SELL YOUR STOCK CAUSE THAT?S HOW BROTHERS
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch
Just livin' on your own dick, that's a crime Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin' You just talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' And if you get mad, sorry brother
at the club Should've bought an ounce But you copped a dub Should've held back But you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl But you packed a lunch
' You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life Your brother
too much Biggie Smalls Come on M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day Brothers be beefin', cops be thievin' Brothers
crazy prank calls hoping not to get caught Best friends, blood brothers, yo we one and the same Till one faithful after when everything changed One day playing punch
other cheek I really don't care, in fact I wish him well 'Cause I'll be laughin' my head off when he's burnin' in hell But I ain't never punched a tourist
me That I've been watchin' a bit too much Jerry Springer Holy cow, did you see it last week? Well, they had this one freak Who suckered punched his
. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down Collard His brother
then he hollered out, "School house" Schooled 'em again, now D's come in ounce And walked away from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo, just let a brother
Neva let a light broad hurt me, that?s why I strike first and the verse cuts deep Chorus All my light skinned girls to my dark skin brothers Shades
to Q-tip Standin' tall like Shaq, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips The new stuff, creamin' brothas like Breyer's He's heating up, nah, brotha,
I crush your whole brain frame 'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk That have your rap style for lunch, chump 'Cause 92, I take a whole crew Give them a punch
Smuckers for all you motherfuckers that caused the ruckus, Then I fix a few stitches, Badow! Blast my style back like you bitches, I forward forward with high punches
Free city, this is a shout out to every young brother ya know That's doin' his thing right now, keep ya head up He's walkin' the yard, wishin' he had