How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on My niggas, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" "Y'all know my steelo" "There ain't an army that could strike back" Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

Everybody wants to live together Why can't we be together Umm you are still my brother I said no matter no matter what color Everybodys got to be together Umm why can't we live together Tell me why tell me why tell me why Tell me why tell me No more war

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull

Oh yeah, come on, meet me in the morning Don't it make you want to go and feel alright I received a message from my brother across the water He sat laughin' as he wrote the end's in sight So I said goodbye to all my friends And packed my hopes inside a

Who's the black private dick That's a sex machine to all the chicks? You're damn right Who is the man That would risk his neck for his brother man? Can ya dig it? Who's the cat that won't cop out When there's danger all about

My brother and my sister don't speak to me, but I don't blame them.

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to