to meet you can I show you around. Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around. This is our shame.
pleased to meet you can I show you around. Every thing must go the shadows the seagulls when we're around. This is our shame.
always be strapped [Hook] Mr. officer, crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya Fiending to see your blood
can get a brother a case Talkin pants, Air Force Ones, and a baseball cap It's casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack It's a shame I can'
peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading
must hear our plea"} {"Told life you'd be back"} {"There you were"} {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"} {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Brothers
my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still real brothers The struggle
worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast was
2Pac] Haha, what you say? Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch You devils, are so two faceted Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame and
(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I
the grimmest enemy Cold rain whipping those proud faces Warcries raising their spirits Despising death as they rush forward Blood of the brothers drains
was a cryin' shame To see the blood upon their whips To hear the snarlin' from their lips And I cried mother, mother I feel a stabbing pain Blood
who will worship and obey The moods that she enjoys like children's' games and football toys She laughs without shame She likes the military and the Rolling Stones Her little brother
You mind us of beeing crippled Mass appear to watch devil Radio why you?re so late You turn to make your brain It?s a shame There?s no blood to bleed ,
child's, angry desire... one more Hearts of stone, pride without shame Wicked prophets, kill while speaking his name As the heavens, fall from the sky Fallin' Brother to brother, blood
created us I know you probably never dreamed of all the blood shed and hunger through the years your eyes have seen; Brothers killing brothers and men
