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Brothas & Sistas

Jayo Felony
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1994 i knew i was gone before they even put the handcuffs on a whole chicken in the back of the brome rocked up so i knew that i was locked up got a good lawyer but can't so nothing for ya but they got chronic i choose and i get my puff on these rhymers hit my bee fee lift weights and get my buff on these whoosies are trippin but i expect that see i'm on another fools drop but they cant get a dime from me but you my g see and we supposed to be tight so why the hell you didn't send me no kite i been down for two and aint heard a thing from you see that aint the thang to do lets keep this bangin true blue if it was you, you would want me to do the same thang how you gone flip and leave your homie on the hang i gots no time for you bustas and you snitchers this is for the real brothers and the sisters oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters i had a down one she kept my books so fat we used to do it like this then we would do like that this is for the real to hell with the faker i was on my bunk bed bumpin anita baker wishin i was in the hot tub gettin my back rubbed instead of being in here with 4000 thugs i remember all the letters you wrote and the cards you sent and the ends when you had to pay rent but you would always get yours and couldn't nothing stop you tight guess and k-swiss lookin proper and you were proud to be mrs. bullet logo fool don't fantazise bout my four door even if you do i was mackin you still stuck with me remindin me to stay sucka free and when i touched down you kickin in straight riches this is for the real brothers and the sisters oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters now i'm fresh out, i will succeed but they doubt me much love to the hoochies that didn't forget about me because i surely won't forget about you and everybody knows what the loco gone do blow up from the flo up grow up and tho we toe up and tho they tried to climb that bitch them hoochies like throw up its time to learn to keep the black man on the streets no more shackles on our feet makin funky hits like this i cant miss ya master j and t funk and my dog cool cris so when i'm at a picnic getting my mob on don't walk up on me we might have to get our sqab on and my female got a mouthpiece protection from the wicked streets of southeast my dig is too short for you marks and you snitches this is for the real brothers and the sisters oh oh oh for the brothers and the sisters