feet From the cradle to the grave where my regrets I should suffer From now until then, I murder for my Little Brother So, bring it on if you think you
Übersetzung: Little Brother. Bring It On.
B.G.] Shits getting fleded, I got mine A niggas trying to take it It's must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb It's the dumbest shit, I'mma take it
it to 'em Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy Alright Daddy, bring it to me Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy..)
advice to you, is that you pu-puh-PARLAY And bring it on back to the street Turntables microphone and dope.. beats Cause it ain't no secret to it black
; this time IT'S ON! Rock on ................. break it down now! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Chillin' on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on
, hold on, man, hold on, we got - y'all really with us now, okay, let's say it! Bring that pussy over here, heeeere! Fellas say it! [Bring that pussy
: [Brother Marquis:] I bring home the bacon Bitch I put it in your hand But behind my back bitch You been seen with another man Oh I just had to shed
her over, got it from the back The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest She put it in the middle,
get with 'em It has a water bed 'cause the place is phat A lion-skin rug to lay the bitch on her back With mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls Mirrors on
it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
fuckin' at the Fuck Shop! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] Please come inside, make yourself at home I want to fuck, 'cause my dick's on bone You little whore
some animals And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident
tommorrow brings In this world where everyone lies Where to go No matter how far I find To let you know That You're not alone Being born with less I must confess Only adds on
father and your mother put together. The game is to be sold, not to be told. So buy it. Can't afford it? Low budget hoes gotta brother. Peep game. -Chorus
motherfucka makin' death calls Just bring me my brother and we leavin For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin' They brought my brother in a jiffy
hopin', smokin' dope It's like a Shermine brothers think they learned to fly But they burn little suckers you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money but it
