trapped? Before he got capped? when I mean capped, When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee hats And then they say "black is
They said hey sweet mama who are you I said im ice cream tee and who may you be I'm brother charles brother rick and he's brother ali Are you here to
ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids all on the
Check the paint color boy it consistently change Me and my big brother paid Man we changing the game Little ice on my neck im so country and gutta Im ah hood star
Oh man, I got a splittin' headache And my heart is broken up into A thousand tiny little microscopic pieces I got a head full of headaches, a heart that
Don't start none, it won't be none Don't start none, it won't be none Don't start none, it won't be none Don't start none, it won't be none You can
glowin' at the Gravediggaz showin' We master the art exceptionally No doubt, when I precipitate the walls vibration Dark skies cover your fake ass lacerations Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event Brothers
It's like the warrior at peace with the child at your door It's mad wild, how he holds the mold It's so fragile knowin' that this little soul is agile
the end, this is the end I'd never do it again Tease came through at 3 salute at ease He is supplied the weed 'cause I been the OD Is me with a black rock star
L.A., is one big germ Waitin' for a brother like you to catch a disease And start slangin' keys To an undercover or the wrong brother And they'll smother
I wonder why there's so much hatred in this world today You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters Ain't gone make it to see another day At the age of
at me She was begging for food Then I knew I had found The weeping god In the face of a child As she gestures with her fingers Her little brother
and blowin' the spot in the Jacob Javitz However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire Take it up a little higher, yeah, yeah
have to sit through one more verse You see we booked this downtown cabaret My brother and the boys Came to sing some rock and roll And make a little
and Natchez I got the weed brother, who got the matches? Who got the funky DJ that scratches? Depend on me like my name was patches First it was a black
too small Better get some hills You messing with the president My soldiers kill Kinda on my truths So I never had to fight But like your grandma said Even nice thugs fight Only hang with black
of been a good day for you,but for me it'll never be right I must have been geekin' and I stole my mama's t.v. now my little brother and my nephew wanna