Traduction: Black Sheep. Me And My Brother.
time and you'll discover Only my mother, sister and son Could come between me and my brother [Chorus x2] Me and my brother, my brother and me Don't
sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord
, I strike em down suddenly Funny how they rush me, must be the money You hate me or you love me, don't ever (fuck) me Trust me, we can make the scene
on my New York shit Burner in the club on my New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah! I'm on
like to say peace to my father, Bombed Out Brother. [MASE:] This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to that mother a-ahem who stole my
countin' your sheeps I'll have some Crips waitin' youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste
more than bow ties and bean pies Kickin knowledge at the 7-11 And they won't, call me a nigga, when I get to heaven (They won't call me a nigga) (when
body is a mess, but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The devil made you a slave and
strings like Geppetto Why black people always be the ones to settle March through these streets like Soweto Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and
tryin on, the blocks I'm supplyin on Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up And swallow 'em and the P now got goons, lots of 'em Cops see them and run, don
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
booth anytime my lips move And it spews, my screws and they loose, I'm a move and it's proof Now give me two minutes I'm still wicked and still kickin
so what should I do? I'm on a plain I can't complain I'm on a plain My brother died every night It's safe to say, don't quote me on that I love
Brother dear come hold me tight And shake for me leaves from the trees Play a game with me Give me your hand and Play with me A game Play with
of bill I'm a hustler like my daddy, like my brother, like my momma Number one and 9 to 5's And nigga real selling papa Stay tacked for them jacks And
