(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
Traducción: Little Brother. One Eleven.
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
might fall off, four fifts and get messend But your still my dawg and my big homie spawldy And I feel I'm the youngest, he expects a little more from
I'm about to go to jail, there's no one who will pay my bail I have no one who I can cry to, no one I can say goodbye to I'm drowning, I'm drowning here
givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother
, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be your fortress tonight. Elevate
as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out, I guess we got somethin' in common I'm just a little more calm when I'm
? Can 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
culture, it's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you
breeze, niggas bubblin keys. My moms got two jobs, one on her knees And writin' letters to the governor- Please call off the deeds! My baby mother wit' another brother
its breezy, niggas bubbling ki's My moms got two jobs one on her knees and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother
two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake Niggaz is like serpents out there Snake style, no one could
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
shot the brother, I still hear him scream Black mans reality, white mans bad dream Familiar scene from the Ickeys to the Brady Green Its pissy hallways, broke elevators
get a little shut eye So I sleep from dawn to dusk in a bomb shelter 'Cause ya never know when the man is gonna drop that big one Oh, pelting, people
up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother
