outfit from target what a bitch that smells like an armpit Damn that pussy stink, need to keep it clean Do it like a kids movie Homie keep it G PG-13, TV big
cuff a brother man and let another man raise his seed do atleast its biological they all got beef It's all part of the scheme we all part-ly beat the
? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed
he never misses a beat I'm down with the Syndicate and they're down with me I'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D Terry B., DJ Lethal and my brother
s show them like we used to You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul
to the gangster beat lean to the side and grab my meat I don't walk, I stroll brother Afroman is a soul brother I'm young, but I'm from the old school
what seemed like days My heart stop beating And I died this way Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa If you flick of the pink plush then this brother trippa
't wanna be king 'Cause I've seen the top and it's just a dream Big cars and women and fancy clothes Will save your face but it won't save your soul
take the pain away Will I live to see another day? No doubt, this one goin' out to my brother Porky D Hold ya head Rest in peace Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls Big Punisher, Big
talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay Brother
could To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak Come alive girls get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat To the double beat beat
, yeah thats what my people call me 50,000 for the cross tryin to keep the reaper off me i drink alot of syrup, bitches say im sleep walkin big money
thatz wut my people call me 50 thousand 4 da cross tryin 2 keep the reeper off me i drink alot of syrup bicthes say im sleep walkin big money 4 the
other I put a slug above their shoulder It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T. Nigga try to test bless his soul
with cocaine. [Guest:] Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other characters that are involved in this tragic comedy. [Beat starts] [Two Men Speak
it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes I won't diss the next brother to be great that's not my trade But every brother, ain't a brother,
[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above
When my DJ cuts he never misses a beat I'm down with the Syndicate and they're down with me I'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D Terry B., DJ Lethal and my brother