pig in a plain brown wrapper, he wanna bring me down I'll hit that corner, lemme just warn ya I'll bring ya ass down, make ya family mourn ya 21 gun
mourn me? (How long will they mourn my brotha) How long will they mourn me? (I wish it woulda been another) How long will they mourn me? (How long will they mourn
of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never over If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud Somewhere in me deep down, there's
motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn
Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn
a job to a wife to instant parenthood I walked into his office I felt so self-conscious on the couch He was sitting down across from me he was writing down
of fear Devil come screamin' and tear them down Heaven only moved once yesterday In a neon jungle far below Bargain basement prayer A mother mourns
mourn The future's set dawn is coming time is now the mask will be worn [Chorus:] Bow down to the axeman hooded figure of mortal fear Bow down to the
Cuban blunts On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want Fuckin chumps, you walk down
in the name of the cause Renegades, never slaves, this means war 100% uncut raw Fuck limited freedom, nigga we want more The machine is corrupted down
too much to measure With the math of an elder and the steel of a welder The path of tray that I had laid down and held a Blueprint, that would draw
Kel, Cris And we just clubbin' on some smooth, shhh Ludacris, can't hide or deny That I wanna get you down to them Vickie Secrets And your body, I won
My lyrics are smooth like the head on Terry Savalas My tongue starts to quicken like Speedy Gonzales Take up your pen, your pad, your lyrical bag And run go whole a fresh Touche pussy cat, put down
I've seen streets, we're youth Are forced to take the long way home And I've seen mothers mourn The loss of there only born Still I believe, we are given
they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) [Syke] How long will they mourn me Every muthafuckin' day homie You stayed down
Oh hark, the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay The bugle-horns are sounding clear and we must march away We're ordered down to Portsmouth
the legacy you leave your spawn will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
and nine men down before that fated ball Which pierced his heart and made him smart and caused him for to fall And as he closed his mournful eyes, he