Текстове на песни:
Little Brother The Becoming

load, make the song sell Let me roll this hash leaf kush in the middle, son If you never puttin' then we rollin' you a little one Dude, put the brownie

selling dope with the rest I quit smoking cess to open my chest Life is stressful inside this cesspool Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel My little brother

Hey people, we got a little something That we wanna tell you all, so listen Understand, "Yo God made one no better than the other Every girl becomes a

You got the C to the, huh cold blooded Ain't it huh, c'mon hard core We take it higher Yo, yo My little daughter, started nursery school Brother Com

[VERSE 1 (Twista)] I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda

him in his fucking lips! It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother I'm steady staring

three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over We put three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over We put two in the head And the little

wearing some brown underpants About the shortage of grain in Hertfordshire Everyone of them knew that as time went by They'd get a little bit older and a little

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