His little sidekick, He is the real object When it comes to solving issues He handles the real problems What is the deal partner, how you feel shawty Brothers
no go slow down down down I love you (3x) I love you STAND UP INTRO E no be as e be before E been dey sweet like sugar cane oh My brother Everything
't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother, to
finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah [Meth] Wu roll together as one I call my brother
like fatally tied the two to the tree put 'em up in my smoke Full ah that fuckin' blow, rippin' a forty-four Chief as I cough and throw up on them mega
Click clack that's that pistol Bullets cuttin' wind make a fucked up ass whistle You know it's yo dismissal Now this'll nip it in the bud For my brothers
a ride from his little brother Who swore he know the killers mind with a clip of thunder He given other clicks chips for info Watching' which way the wind blow
of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang" "Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*] [Verse One: Street Life] So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind
Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four
the ocean like a long-shore seaman Goin' to the Islands to have some fun Hit the beach and take in a little sun Feelin' the breezes of the cool winds blowin
[Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
drivin' Then what's all them muscles gonna do? Huh, John Henry? Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you" John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers
cabs, to rottin with my niggas And hooprags, to the Jags, no top, all glass And y'all chicks with long hair, take a seat right here So I can blow this wind
Now here's a little story I got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Ad Rock, MCA, and me, Mike D Been
chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah [Meth] Wu roll together as one I call my brother