find trouble My brother he will still come running My guardian angel over my shoulder My days in awe as I grow older My brother and I are side by side He took away my
Übersetzung: Nine Days. Mein Bruder.
my heart he I shall find But I know whenever I find trouble My brother he will still come running My guardian angel over my shoulder My days in awe as I grow older My brother
give a big shoutout to my management record company My little bro Kedar, shinin like a star To my Atlanta crew, Arrested Development and all them They got it goin on My
never loose my balls and s**t And it's all for the pressure that'll make me cock my s**t up off the dresser Made ni**a mafia of course my ni**as gonna
: Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my
from my hip and let it blast away And then three days later watch the pastor pray God forbid You don't know how hard it is Me and my brother we didn't
-I-N-G She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it Cause I be paying child support now god damn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my god brother
nice and easy humble days On out, over, well known Casanova Can I put on an army, quick to take it over Nine on my niggas, count all my figures Money
But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no I'll just be looking for my mak - er And I hear that that's where she's been? Oh! Out of nine lives, I spent seven
workin' a nine-to-five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run
Method Man] Wu-Tang Clan's in the area, Capleton's in the area We got Shaolin in the area Big up yourself black man, my brothers Hell is the plan for
I T E, cuz MTV was so friendly to me, can't wait till Kim sees me Now is it worth it? Look at my life how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what, my
bomb Ready to blow up, ready to go up side Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done said A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands Now you get to
back from the Funhouse dusted Throwing bubbles on the wall [Hook: Ghostface] We must remind you Where this rap come from Yes my brother, my sister It
but I'm afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there In that great, big ol sky Oh my, oh my, oh my It's been a long, long time A long time coming
jumpin out a tree Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me Back on my feet, a zombie in my face Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace