Hey little sister don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say Everything's gonna be alright (Oh ah oh ah) Sit sit sit I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we

We're broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man, nice to meet you," 'Cause if we don't find money We got some rich love Then what we got honey lifts it up Ooh, broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man," Ooh, but drink with you all damn night But

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go