CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : My Brother
Coming up in the city
Everything wasn't pretty
He had to run from the cops all day
Cause every motherf**king cop was looking
He was a big time hustler
Who had nothing but customers
And girls for days
But he never had enough what he made
He had so much money but he never did nothing with it (oh)
He was the talk around everybody told him to quite it
He was a little hard at it
(x2)
That's my brother
That's my friend
That's my mother's son and then sh*t started happening
He got locked up and trapped again (oh)
I remembеr back when we was teenagers
Back thеn we had never seen major time
Young little knucklehead to out committing crime
Spit rhymes on the porch all day with nothing but money on our minds
And we kept the block hotter than fish grease
Fresh pair of d**kies, white T and the fits creased
This b*t*h preached to probation hoping that it reached
Cause we was on the path to being prison or deceased
It started out flipping a little bit of weed
It grew to more than just a little bit of greed
After my last time in juvie my game changed
I slang thangs only here and there just to maintain
But you relied on the dope for your income
And then some fast money and women had been fun
You let the lifestyle get to your head
Mama kept telling you to quite before you end up dead
Everything wasn't pretty
He had to run from the cops all day
Cause every motherf**king cop was looking
He was a big time hustler
Who had nothing but customers
And girls for days
But he never had enough what he made
He had so much money but he never did nothing with it (oh)
He was the talk around everybody told him to quite it
He was a little hard at it
(x2)
That's my brother
That's my friend
That's my mother's son and then sh*t started happening
He got locked up and trapped again (oh)
I remembеr back when we was teenagers
Back thеn we had never seen major time
Young little knucklehead to out committing crime
Spit rhymes on the porch all day with nothing but money on our minds
And we kept the block hotter than fish grease
Fresh pair of d**kies, white T and the fits creased
This b*t*h preached to probation hoping that it reached
Cause we was on the path to being prison or deceased
It started out flipping a little bit of weed
It grew to more than just a little bit of greed
After my last time in juvie my game changed
I slang thangs only here and there just to maintain
But you relied on the dope for your income
And then some fast money and women had been fun
You let the lifestyle get to your head
Mama kept telling you to quite before you end up dead
