for the dream Die-hard blood brothers Lean and mean machines We stand tall No one stands alone It's one for all And all for one Brother to brother
a slap But little did he know the little boy was strapped The kid pulled out the gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?" The barrel was set straight for the
made a decent boy of you and I don't mean to spoil your home coming, but baby brother you should expect me to. "Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun
gun, Im blastin up in your car so, The glock glock goes pop, And I might drop the bombs, disaster when I'm rollin, I keep the gun I'm holdin in a me trench
hell I'm from Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop
may never come That's why I live my life always on the run You never know when you're gonna be looking down the barrel of a gun Point blank Point blank
we gots to fight, son Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we
niggaz since Gotti got caught It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother I.C.U., my sheisty crew
you couldn?t break Dream brother, my killer, my lover Dream brother, my killer, my lover Dream brother, my killer, my lover Dream brother, my killer, my lover Dream brother, my killer, my lover Dream brother
other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch Not no lover lick, packing blackened fat and blubber shit Yeah, the radio dead cause the industry is punks put the Double barrel
off I stopped trustin' niggaz since Gotti got caught It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
okay But one night he was chillin with a freak named Carol His door was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel The brother with the gun saw him tweak
you was chosen, that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother
is invincible His remarkable armor is supreme Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his
like ito Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it Hey revamp the swing to parlay How black power went sour, where's brother
other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch Not no lover lick, packin' blackened fat and blubber shit Yeah, the radio dead 'cuz the industry is punks put the Double barrel
, real muthafuckin' gangstas All the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthafuckas [Flesh] I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother
for to bail in this [unverified] And the people see me when I'm tryin' to escape To get a breath or caught up But can't get you gun right, slain drop