Life ain?t what it used to be Now God has blessed America, its up to you and me Whatever happened to the brother man Living on the streets Sometimes
ain?t what it used to be Now God has blessed America, it's up to you and me Whatever happened to the brother man Living on the streets Sometimes I wonder
their hands up in plastic bags On stage like a savage goin mad WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo! [Prodigy] Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on it
Everybody's just chillin') On a Sunday afternoon (On a Sunday afternoon) DOA, do me a favor, play baby, come on Yeah, like it like that On a Sunday afternoon On
And every song he gave you so far It became a hit And you've been blessed with these songs So you keep on singing these songs And you keep on praisin
your sister, your daddy, your mama, your brother If he want some drama, come on, come on, come on. The drama just goes on and on. Drama be just part of my life, life. It
devil's workshop See I do it I did it and y'all know that I'm wit it I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with
. Boom! Hit the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit
years he'll remember most So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close But I got a buncha obstacles If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on
Yo Nas I don't think they wanna fuck with this Gangsta shit, for sure (Danger, danger) Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough
in a cocoon opposite of Cancun Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon So it's more than life, I try to shed some light on a man Not many
Ringling Brothers If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers Sit back and observe, invite some friends We can mix it all up, like juice and gin Felli on
shit start addin' up, we gettin' smart Now we on Broadway, coppin' our own bench Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle Drink a old ease grem like it
it lost it at the city limit Say goodbye 'cause they will find a way to trim it Everybody lookin' for a silly gimmick Gotta get away can't take it for
Brother, you've been on my mind, oh brother We've changed over time, so, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but
come without pain Start over again Everything happens for a reason Good does not come without pain Meaning, before it get better, it's goin' get worse Like my homies on
got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded Ain't it - huh, c'mon - hard-core We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother