to've loved and lost Cos everything has a cost So if you're gonna spend time Spend it upon me Spend it up on me Just give me your time I don't want
Traduzione: Fratello di Ben. Time.
kid] Ay Mister, aren't you a rapper, what's your name? [Keith] Keith Korg, Analog Brothers, get out of here kid [Ice O] Get off the man's dick man [Ice
out all night raves But I want to fly back to another day And there's nothing you can say To make this go away Daydreamers Holiday We drank on your brother's
Can it all be so simple then? The instrumental ends On stage I kill it, with a stenciled pen It's not strange, how the whole thing went down It's a shame
with Big Ben and Lil' Joe You didn't know it's still flow It's the same fuckin' thang fool Bangin' with the Lanes... Aw...Aw... it's the Y-G Braze Bitch
pen and my pad, I met new kids Marty Mar, a.k.a. the Big Mo Big Ben, Af Rock, yo we stole the show Makin tapes all the time, it's like I couldn't quit
she's robert palma, Acts like a twat but she's a top banana, Might as well admit she's addicted to love. Caught in a spiders web, It's' not the first
with swine Mankind is blind, I hold mines, some twin nines There's a thin line that's why our jail niggaz combine like landmines and these be the signs of the times
s suckin more what Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work Jheri Curl Jones, spendin cash on a skirt Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben? Brother
brothers then Kennedy Station Resignin I'll refine my lines and pour the metaphor while the blind decline I'll swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's
evil since you was in ya mom's stomach And the gay preacher that touches children's penises Will baptize you from nuttin, that's shit's meaningless So
him scarred Courtesy of the Death Squad and LOD Let's see the crowd's reaction from action, turn up the lights No doubt it's hype from all these rappers
ref's clean out the ring, cause the last fight was so intense Let's do a live interview with the brother named Common Sense 'Yeah, yeah it's Common Sense
moanin' like a banshee Ben N' Jerry's pantry, stamp me Label me the best, if I leave, I'm a get you right, Gucci shoes Honda Civic's mean as a hoopty
respect, crazy connects Got me so busy I'm dizzy so what's next? Look up the in sky It's a bird, it's a plane Nah, it's brother Murs with the keys to
the hatred against me, touch alla them Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three (shots) from (twin glocks) there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
