Woorden:
Brothers Four The This Land Is Your Land

your diamond deserts And all around me a voice kept saying Oh, this land belongs to you and me. This land is your land, this land is my land From California

Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this

Come fuck with me, now, now, now. Krayzie: This is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is

own and, When it's time to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga, Everybody

the land of locs and hundred spokes In the East, we can be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors West Up! nigga Chorus Verse Four

just move the crowd So, uh riddle me this Riddle me this like this Melodical prodigal flows, hypnotical blows to brain pieces, Telekenisis When I reach this

doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got

get hard From fucking with them pipes; and hustlers: A KILO IS A THOUSAND GRAMS You know your ammo better be heavy Cuz soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land

my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That