Mother look at youself Are that scars on your body the traces of a spell? Just like that finger you cannot move What have you gotten yourself into? Well
: Mother look at youself Are that scars on your body the traces of a spell? Just like that finger you cannot move What have you gotten yourself into?
Come my brother, come slowly Come easy my friend, come my friend Come my sister, come easy Come busy on me, the youth can depend Come my brother put
I said, how did I get here? What song did I sing, yeah? And just what have I done To deserve such a thing? You said, I heard all that before So won't
.P. and Styles This is for the hood and niggas that's wild If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile Ayo
your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? cause they don't know shit about this For the 9 6 Verse 1: Ayo my pen
mother .... This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker It's good coke crack preach it to your brother The mic more rap and preach you mother... [
done with a gun, call the crack line I get the nappy heads blowing I get wreck with a Tec under my Woolridge, when it's snowy Ayo, I gots to keep it
motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! [Chorus: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers
fuck with my team, Uh! [Chorus: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to
conspiracy that's put here to trap you and me [Black Thought:] Y'all know the battle leutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic they say I get it from my mother
with 160 on the dash So what I got a Rollie, and it got a lotta ice I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight Your brother died, bet your mother
or you blowin the trial BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! [Billy Danze] Ayo
Who's the mother of a brother who's the brother of another Plus one more; all four Have a job to do, we doing it Respect due, to the mother who's the
justice real niggaz love this I pop shit on wackstas 'Cause I aint scared of no motherfuckas' I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then I pass you Have you standing still like a statue one mother
and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat So I laid her on her stomach Bust your brothers
