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Brothers At Sea On My Shoulder

I wrestled that angel And found that I?m not strong enough to win I wrestled the demon on my shoulder And found my strength was caving in, was caving

thinking?) My friends all stare at me whenever I get a call Well, everybody (everybody) Everybody (everybody) Everybody in the world really hates my ringtone When my phone goes off at

Bronx Streets of state in Island Wherever you see em they slither Whoever fearsome shit check it out It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said

whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On

Martin The youngest of all the three That he should turn robber all on the salt sea Salt sea, the salt sea For to maintain his two brothers and he They

Hey (Down on it) Say baby, what you waitin' on? For you, huh, ain't no other fish in the sea What you waitin' on? Acknowledge me Acknowledge me, don

my real live Souljahz at? (Right here) Where all my hip hop Souljahz at? (Right here) Where my true Souljahz at? (Right here) Where you at? (Right here) Where you at

down on the salt sea. The lots they fell on Andrew, fourteen, The youngest of those brothers three, That he should go robbing down on the salt sea To

that blasphemy in here Makaveli, the new breed and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me, remember what my pops told me My family