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Styles My Brother

worry no more I said there's my brother, wit Allah Best place he could be If I could get my miracle on Listen to me, I would bring my brother back

I don't care what you do I just want to get next to you Execution style Baby, baby, I'm hanging loose Dangling on the end of your nose Squeeze it so my

in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen a honey sweeter, won't stop till I get her cause I need her, my senorita Chorus: Puff Daddy (singing

last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother

neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my

like my shit hardcore (Ice-T nigga, what?) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Bazaro) Aiyyo my style

woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my

listen to this record even if you hate my fuckin' guts 'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done And my brothers ain't gettin' none A nigga

' a risk 'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics [Incomprehensible] in the pocket Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it [Incomprehensible] straight from my heart My