for the dream Die-hard blood brothers Lean and mean machines We stand tall No one stands alone It's one for all And all for one Brother to brother
ve made a decent boy of you and I don't mean to spoil your home coming, but baby brother you should expect me to. "Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun
my red eyes absorb the crack?s dust aliens pursue me in my dreams i push forward i stumble and crawl in ash i put a gun barrel to my temple you
slow me down, hold me down Yo if I was you I wouldn't fuck around Cause I was more than startin (?) Watchin a nigga look up the barrel of my automatic
and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun
he wouldn`t mow the yard There was big money on the line And I heard that his brother was a Viking He liked to solve a problem with gun If you want
him hit the gas, Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last, I said to myself folk, I gotta kill his ass, Roll through my apartment hit the building fast, Gun
gun in ya hand now we can settle it, Put it up to his head, I cant do it for ya, You be the trigger man, kill your own brother, See how it feels when
niggas like Ito Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it Hey revamp the swing to parlay How black power went sour, where's Brother
On the block posted up and I'm down for whatever Have you been ride for yo shit, nigga never Cuz if I gotta gun (what) and he gotta gun Shit I don't give
dimes On the block posted up and I'm down for whatever Have you been ride for yo shit, nigga never Cuz if I gotta gun (what) and he gotta gun Shit
rabbit that runs My, how you run You're frightened of living this, Truly gone fishing amalgam Go fetch the gun Your answer is in there Just stare down the barrel
Johnny overjoyed with escapades Went home to his uncle with the money he made When he got home, well, the door wide open A gun on the floor, the barrel
And that's why I moonlight as a producer, slash rapper Slash ass-kicker, ridiculous rat bastards Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel
gotta say When me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a bird Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse I hit it like
blood squirt out 'er head I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas Fuck a lover, she will discova anyway That I will just stray like a bullet from a gun
gave him a slap But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped, the kid pulled out a gun He said, "Why'd you hit me?", the barrel headed straight for
the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthafuckas [Flesh] I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother Me fo'-fo' show no