the New York concrete lookin' lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'. They called me Little Man all in the boulevard. When I was young, my family
transvestite Two boys in San Francisco Two boys in San Francisco Blasted off in a BART bathroom Those coppers woke us up Motherfuckers woke us up Two young brothers
've done We end up passing one by one One by one One by one One by one One by one I lost my brother when I was very young To a drug he never knew Cause
He said he does so I believe him He said he won't, Kyle won't deny his desperate brother, he's asked his mother She won't believe him. He said we're
help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking 'bout the love The love of your own But brother, but brother, but brother
early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger
[RZA] Yo... this song is... Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower Cause we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and
with a gun in my neck it's all right Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
[Young Buck:] Aiyo Kay Slay Aiyo whats up nigga I see you nigga Ha Young Buck Aiyo I got my weight up And I ain't been in the jail neither nigga [Verse
) The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! (One more time) Let me see you try that shit on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train
sheriff, I shot John Wayne Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name? That would be me, Young Zee
my windows Crowd below runs wild in the streets Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys Heading for the finish line Down in the train yard
When I was just seventeen I ran away from home To be with all the pretty people, to be on my own, yeah Bright lights and trains and bedsit stains And
science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish born represents my young
room trying to blow me Like engine, engine, number nine Homies run a train, standing in line If that train jumps off the track Then my brother you will
of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon? Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must 'Cause
the girls back home She went to the city and got Social Security She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own [2nd Chorus] My brother'