friends won't do shit Feel like a nigga can't win for losing But they still can't stop the stop They can't stop the stop They can't stop the - oh! [Rapper
Übersetzung: Little Brother. Kann nicht für den Verlust Win.
soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a
brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention Cried my tears, for three good years Ya can't be mad at me [Chorus: x2] Cause
moon over India And Gandhi lives again Who's to say you have to lose For someone else to win In the eyes of all the people The look is much the same For
of my brother William Brother where have you gone to I swear I never thought I could I see so many times They told me to shoot straight, don't pull The
brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention Cried my tears, for three good years Ya can't be mad at me Cause if you
friend for your life You can win if you want If you want it you will win Oh, come on, take a chance For a brand new wild romance Take my hand for the
tobasco You rhyme first and I'll be the last to go I might win, lose or even draw But it ain't nuttin that I ain't never seen before The only thing is
gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't
of ya Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother? Motherfucker, I ain't
that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (for each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for sale And you can
a little glass being Sayin (if you got problems I can - I can change your way of seein em) It's not as easy as it surely may seem You lose your life
a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners Pride for my lunch and sleep for dinner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner He called me everything except for
's mother, she trippin, blamin' me And his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy, you win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother