(feat. O-Dash) [Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh] All my real niggas trying to make money All them fake nigga trying to take money Why them little girls wanna
Traduction: Little Brother. One Eleven.
bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous (Fab): Preach, Brother preach (Rev.): Fabolous (Fab): Preach Brother preach (Rev.): Preach to 'em Brother
I no love nobody else. One good thing I love about the little youth they're the car keys to a I and I and a friend, me brother. I tell ya,it'll sure
in my eyes so that no one can tell Now It's 5:45 almost time for the bell I'm back on the job, I don't bother no one I keep strictly to my ways till my
give me head while the haters give me promo And man my DJ shoulda won that [? ] and respect man the city owe us one back All these old hens keep they minds on one
[Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!) [Luda] Ay man let me ask you somethin man [Luda] You ever have one of them days where you felt like [Luda] you mighta
chasin brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark
I speak to Biggie? " Yo who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little later Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggaz in the Cadillac they call us went from Player's Ball to ballers Puttin the South up on the map was like Little Rock
Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [BROther ?uestion] It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen' I'm flexin with
eyedrops in my eyes so that no one can tell Now It's 5:45 almost time for the bell I'm back on the job, I don't bother no one I keep strictly to my ways
a Blackboy... Scared when you see me, frauds disappear like a genie Little whiteboys want to be me but you don't want to go through What I go through... true definition of a Blackboy [Verse 3 - Brother
hop talked to me told me take your time at the age of eleven I bust my first rhyme block partys in the day house partys at night just about one year
a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen You're the one