it on my back Piggyback style I aint talkin bout no tat And Imma rep the ville in every city that im at And I guareente I'm bring home plaques Shout out to my brother
that day Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging Fuck that fronting, fuck that fronting We're pumping up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping
ya, gainin' on ya Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya What's happening, blood? Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya Yeah, what's happenin', Black? Brother
to give it to me Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean (Damn this brother
out the kitchen James jumped on moon, poked him with a screw driver Broke the tv niggaz watching knight rider This is pam jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother
like ito Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it Hey revamp the swing to parlay How black power went sour, where's brother
but the fame was in sight And the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life [chorus] [chubb rock] The low point was mad low when I lost james los
a few seconds, to say peace to Sarah Vaughn Now back to the steel that will wield a golden reel And when you kick it to a James Brown feel Field was
what's been goin' on lately Now you know since you left, a lot of things witcho kids done changed Yeah Jackie's still crazy, don't know what's up with James
Guru, you know I love you to death Peace to Redman, Apache, Vinnie and Treach Nevertheless on the other side of town There's my brother, Lord, Finesse
lets set this shit off like this Uhh now check it underground verbal hip hop you selected by only a few this type of artist is bought so like Bartles & James
in them magazines,You ainA't Pac ,Fuck Percy I put him in a hearst where the dirt be IA'm blood thristy,42 shots like James Worthy These lames in the
of soda pops I used to be up all night in the living room Smokin' a lot of weed with the Four Tops Makin' collect calls back home to my pops My little brother
You closin' all deals? I don?t believe you You say you manage people? I don?t believe you Youse a movie star? I don?t believe you You work with Warner Brothers
re taking cutbacks, somebody gotta get dropped Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure Space investor, Wall Street Journal analyst The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers
some turn bull panic Back in the days, I?m off the drugs like a sonna Nigga pushin' boy, kill 'emselves like no other Kid don?t like Blues brothers,
walk into a battle say what we havin here back in them days i was called a cavalier me and baby used to flow the flows like food me and James Phillips
that the west was won? Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes In the east, we can be brothers