Brothers And Sistas
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โฑ๏ธ 4:03 duration
๐ ID: 1563486
๐ Lyrics
1994
I knew i was gone before they even put the handcuffs on
A whole chicken in the back of the brome
Rocked up so i knew that i was locked up
Got a good lawyer but can't so nothing for ya
But they got chronic i choose and i get my puff on
These rhymers hit my bee fee lift weights and get my buff on
These whoosies are trippin but i expect that see
I'm on another fools drop but they cant get a dime from me
But you my g see and we supposed to be tight
So why the hell you didn't send me no kite
I been down for two and aint heard a thing from you
See that aint the thang to do
Lets keep this bangin true blue
If it was you, you would want me to do the same thang
How you gone flip and leave your homie on the hang
I gots no time for you bustas and you snitchers
This is for the real brothers and the sisters
Oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters
I had a down one she kept my books so fat
We used to do it like this then we would do like that
This is for the real to hell with the faker
I was on my bunk bed bumpin anita baker
Wishin i was in the hot tub gettin my back rubbed
Instead of being in here with 4000 thugs
I remember all the letters you wrote
And the cards you sent
And the ends when you had to pay rent
But you would always get yours and couldn't nothing stop you
Tight guess and k-swiss lookin proper
And you were proud to be mrs. bullet logo
Fool don't fantazise bout my four door
Even if you do i was mackin you still stuck with me
Remindin me to stay sucka free
And when i touched down you kickin in straight riches
This is for the real brothers and the sisters
Oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters
Now i'm fresh out, i will succeed but they doubt me
Much love to the hoochies that didn't forget about me
Because i surely won't forget about you
And everybody knows what the loco gone do
Blow up from the flo up grow up and tho we toe up
And tho they tried to climb that bitch them hoochies like throw up
Its time to learn to keep the black man on the streets
No more shackles on our feet
Makin funky hits like this i cant miss ya
Master j and t funk and my dog cool cris
So when i'm at a picnic getting my mob on
Don't walk up on me we might have to get our sqab on
And my female got a mouthpiece
Protection from the wicked streets of southeast
My dig is too short for you marks and you snitches
This is for the real brothers and the sisters
Oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters
I knew i was gone before they even put the handcuffs on
A whole chicken in the back of the brome
Rocked up so i knew that i was locked up
Got a good lawyer but can't so nothing for ya
But they got chronic i choose and i get my puff on
These rhymers hit my bee fee lift weights and get my buff on
These whoosies are trippin but i expect that see
I'm on another fools drop but they cant get a dime from me
But you my g see and we supposed to be tight
So why the hell you didn't send me no kite
I been down for two and aint heard a thing from you
See that aint the thang to do
Lets keep this bangin true blue
If it was you, you would want me to do the same thang
How you gone flip and leave your homie on the hang
I gots no time for you bustas and you snitchers
This is for the real brothers and the sisters
Oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters
I had a down one she kept my books so fat
We used to do it like this then we would do like that
This is for the real to hell with the faker
I was on my bunk bed bumpin anita baker
Wishin i was in the hot tub gettin my back rubbed
Instead of being in here with 4000 thugs
I remember all the letters you wrote
And the cards you sent
And the ends when you had to pay rent
But you would always get yours and couldn't nothing stop you
Tight guess and k-swiss lookin proper
And you were proud to be mrs. bullet logo
Fool don't fantazise bout my four door
Even if you do i was mackin you still stuck with me
Remindin me to stay sucka free
And when i touched down you kickin in straight riches
This is for the real brothers and the sisters
Oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters
Now i'm fresh out, i will succeed but they doubt me
Much love to the hoochies that didn't forget about me
Because i surely won't forget about you
And everybody knows what the loco gone do
Blow up from the flo up grow up and tho we toe up
And tho they tried to climb that bitch them hoochies like throw up
Its time to learn to keep the black man on the streets
No more shackles on our feet
Makin funky hits like this i cant miss ya
Master j and t funk and my dog cool cris
So when i'm at a picnic getting my mob on
Don't walk up on me we might have to get our sqab on
And my female got a mouthpiece
Protection from the wicked streets of southeast
My dig is too short for you marks and you snitches
This is for the real brothers and the sisters
Oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters