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The Blood Brothers I M Not Saying A Word

I'M NOT SAYING A WORD, I'M NOT SAYING I CARE, THOUGH I WOULD LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT SAYING A WORD, I'M NOT SAYING I CARE, THOUGH I WOULD

with no man Before black, I'm first human Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under One day I'll have a

aint nothing wrong cause aint nothing wrong Im not as fast, I'm not as tall but before I pass I gotta ball I gotta ball I gotta ball n-gga I gotta ball

drummer, keep the rythems rollin' In your face, I got the bass, without a trace He's going, he's gone and I'm on the microphone And I'm known to get

us all meetin' up in prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it How

ain't gettin' shit The only time I trick is December 25th I'm coming with a rolls, some kicks, and some dick There's one thing worse then a chick saying "I

friends, I'm still out there on Corner. I'm with the freaks, I'm with the hunted, I'm with the maimed, yes I'm with the torn, I'm with the down, I'm

that I'm a Winans too You know that I'm a Winans, you know that I'm a Winans You know that I'm a Winans, you know that I'm a Winans

wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter To this here, I'm no stranger It's obvious you no bangers