for the dream Die-hard blood brothers Lean and mean machines We stand tall No one stands alone It's one for all And all for one Brother to brother
off I stopped trustin' niggaz since Gotti got caught It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
okay But one night he was chillin with a freak named Carol His door was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel The brother with the gun saw him tweak
you was chosen, that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother
is invincible His remarkable armor is supreme Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his
like ito Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it Hey revamp the swing to parlay How black power went sour, where's brother
other shit, for ya mother sis or your brother bitch Not no lover lick, packin' blackened fat and blubber shit Yeah, the radio dead 'cuz the industry is punks put the Double barrel
, real muthafuckin' gangstas All the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthafuckas [Flesh] I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother
for to bail in this [unverified] And the people see me when I'm tryin' to escape To get a breath or caught up But can't get you gun right, slain drop
imma make cake like Bisquick My album went gold in a month dat was a quick flip Dont say shit bitch, cuz niggas wit da lip get Every one in da gun till da gun
that sees your lie You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid Young brother, you've got nothing to prove Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
could die for - but I don't know which is right In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to fight Why must brother kill his brother - when united they
Kevin Bacon "Actually, I can, and do, and will continue to." KB He jack of all trades master of none Seen down the barrel of a teenagers gun
wouldn't mow the yard There was big money on the line And I heard that his brother was a Viking He liked to solve a problem with a gun If you wanna
s standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like
made a decent boy of you And I don't mean to spoil your homecoming But baby brother you should expect me to "Stock and barrel, safety trigger, here's your gun
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're, mine, it's all
gave him a slap But little did he know that the boy was strapped He pulled out his gun and said, "Why'd you hit me?" The barrel headed straight for
