in an ambulance Without a pulse to feel [CHORUS] Hey blood brother, you're one of our own You're as sharp as a razor And as hard as a stone Hey blood brother
of the human being skin But the color of the blood... No matter who you are No matter where you from You my brother Brothers and sisters Let's come together now Brothers
a trial, Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till. But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime
dem a itch up inna spleen Nah Mean Inna Queens Gunman reign Supreme Nah Mean Kingstonians are real blood fiends Nah Mean The world is a big crime scene
Nicholas." Friday evening the blood still on my hands To think that she would leave me now For that ungrateful man Sole survivor no witness to the crime
Miracle:] Friday evening The blood still on my hands To think that she would leave me now For that grateful man Sole survivor No witness to the crime
truth is always new, but never told see It's that the devil's the preacher and God's the president And hell's the ghetto and I'm a resident They lockin' up brothers for petty crimes
s crime Spoonface shot Gel in the back with Kiv's nine It was two men, tighter than a hiker with Tims Like blood brothers, problem was they lust each
What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood
and I felt my other brothers die I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat Ten brothers
I see the brake lights Hit the back door I lay down cross the floor E's on the wheels He makes the rubber squel Blood's on my gear From caps I've peeled
scared Cause they weas unprepaired who would tell it how it relly was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the West Coast L.A. South Central fool Where the Crips and the Bloods
to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime intellect More complex than nerves in your spinal chord Bank job my forte Not off of gunplay Hostage taker I killed my brother
crowds Weed smoke turn to thick clouds Shorties do the weather report OG's sip Crown, in this grave is where the rhymes are made Crimes engraved, in
the other students for instance when I would color I would cut my finger smear the blood to describe a slain hustler The painted brothers was seen in
by the sidewalk Cops swarming at night dressed like cyborgs Villains escaped from a time off In 2000, crime in New York. [Outro: ???] We all go blood
you cant get enuff of it The poor stay poor the rich keep gettin richer, Cuz they cant get enuff of it Blood stained brothers like able and cain, Cuz