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Brothers Four The Come For To Carry Me

figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four

Barbie Young brother, big city, eight million stories Old heads taught me, yung'un, walk softly Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me Keep coke

I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me he might beat his case, 'til he come

me, do me, do me Na the way you dey do me Girl, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Boy, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Na the way you dey do me,

I don't need it Shit I got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average

jump on a couple of punks Nigga, we bad news (We bad news, nigga) To beef for real If you step our way it's on Anybody, everybody (Oh shit) Come on Brigade

go' have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don't cry till Im home (??) [Swifty] When I was younger I knew four brothers that

the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that

yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the