1: Ali Vegas] It went down in front of Shady Trace cocaine spot You know the one who keeps his lady laced and choke strange cops When his brother name
Dying (Yeah) People Crying (Uh-huh) Lord help us (C'mon) [Bono] Mother, mother There's too many of you crying [Gwen Stefani] Oh, brother, brother, brother
to wash at the shore I went to bathe in the sea And there I, a hen, was lost I, a bird Untimely died Let not my brother Ever in this world Water his war
better than the shit I have now. I'm afraid of reality so I never miss Apprentice. Saw Little Shop of horrors now I'm avoiding the dentist I'm at war
kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one soul before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole? (Brother Ali) Shoot through it as a
blue for the outline Sky for the limits, blue for the down time Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps Thinking bout your little brother
Bush Senior's son was elected Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected So exit, or have it all in here We can war
creepers Me, brotha and Diesel ridin' with them street sweepers Old nigga wanna slang, without a clique? He don't wanna share, so we gone ride on that bitch We bout to turn your block to a war
with ur own family Hey man there is war war in ur kitchen Ya'd better watch what watch what ur doing War war in the kitchen Now u should stop and think a little
brotha, takin' care of his mother Makin' bread, gotta hustle, 'cause the table's lookin' thin now Stress ridden as he walks his little sister to her preschool
Heart pump on hundred And probably ain't neva' gonna' have no money [Harm:] I know the same situations But know the vocations to a brother that's lack
back Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq And mom prays novenas to keep the fam intake But the song ain't a song waiting for God to answer Brothers
the rate we're going right now white boy, yeah you, you and I will die holding each other's throats. That's real, the world's at war, we're at war. Check
whole M.O. and away you go and I got (...?...) mo, little bit you know so, hit it, me stumble (...?...) and even scuffle I heard my little brother smacked
, apart from my people Militant that's how we choose to roll, and we road warriorz about tha war, tha war, tha war When you call my name I will be there
lighten the mood But growing up my parents saw What sending a kid to fight can really do Now with the war I can tell they're a little shook up 'Cause
school at Haji Prep Brand Nubian brothers, A alike, B alike, plus we see/C alike Cause ain't nuthin but that blazeness when these brothers touch the mic