shit Fuck the world, word up Sunz of man, method man, true mast', collabora-tion Chorus: Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs Brothers
there's nothin in the cupboard My little brother's starving, hungry, and sick Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother
Elzhi) Where you gonna hide? Rapper Where you gonna hide? Dilla Dog, Jay Dee Where you gonna hide? Elzhi Where you gonna hide? Phonte Another little brother
man of the soil, crossroad walker Great vine swinger, the pyramid stalker Makin God music in sync with the universe So here we go again, another Brother
goin' down Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found This, the season for murder - isn't no reason to hurt another brother but temptation
I'd like to paint the world blood red Flippin' like O.J. Simpson, the Joel Rifkin, covered with crimson Everywhere you look another dead shook (shook),
all But I ain't to blame ? the lunatics wearing my heart And I think I gotta build another wall Cause I don't want the world to see me Cause maybe these
blood pouring Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning As these streets erases others it encase a brother You had enough heart to waste this brother