this (12 O'Clock) I love my brother to death (That old hip-hop, catch this) (Hot Nix', you know? Big tits) [12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death,
: [Inspectah Deck] Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the
this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound (Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead in his wig
the Africans You can't sweat skin Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans This shit don't have to happen That's why a brother like me's
in two classes I ain't got it, I'm comin' after whoever who has it I'm comin' after whoever who has it You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That y'all, it's
it's rainin' inside And you're, all alone, all alone, yeah 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah, bah-da da) And the whole world loves
[Andy:] Oh, it's been a long time coming Two of the world's greatest America's Sweetheart, Ms. Reba McEntire (Yeah, yeah, how you doin', Andy?) We 'bout
It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's
Her mind raced till things got still Opened her eyes, realized she's next to her best friend who got killed She got chills, they told her: that's where
fucked quick Who got the duchess? Yo, I keep the ghetto in me, I love the sweet taste of revenge I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed Now I know who
blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than
, I was sworn to that It's the P I M P that's in me You envy, how instantly I make ten G's An' never lift a finger, makes you wanna bring a Player to
baby, it's more like hell You screw a little girl and end up in jail Even though she seems she's 19 You're looking at her body an it's breaking the jeans
I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins A half-brother and sister who
going Everybody wants to play the game But nobody wants to lose I see my people die everyday That's why I sing the blues Now tell me who wants to roll
make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All the sudden, I got 90-some cousins (Hey, it's me) A half-brother
your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream
and lovers who inspire and make songs, (But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,) (Like the love I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,) (