and earth and me You used to say that you'd take me home But, I keep falling to the sister Whose brother falls unto the sister Keep getting pushed further and
Vertaling: The Gun Club. Broer en zus.
drops Words as potent as the blunt smokin' Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock and
baby that's for life And all the weak I'm goin' deep, and I can roll deeper than you Half breed rock the mic's to survive And I might not make it out
B -Bizzy Bone- The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers/ Momma was cheatin' and
faces there bear world relations Of mothers that carry the pain Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Big brothers been slain from hails of gun
-times got no case A cop asks me "What's my name, and don't lie" And I'm askin' officer "Why? Why ya wanna mess with a brother like Mix When you know
they both Oh yes, they both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun, Oh yes, they both reached for the gun for the gun. [Billy Flynn] understandable
is a concrete jungle And yet there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters (I
is breakin' down You fools, you work all week and give the devil Back his loot for jewels And the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals Still, brothers leave brothers all battered and
blackjack And there's the poor little sister She has a little baby daughter Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia So why's her mother in a club unzipped
finger on the trigger, don't move Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin' I'
is Ross, my I love my boss I love my boss He isn't full of fluff and gloss He gives me work and many chores to do My model, like Ben Cartwright to Hoss And
shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die [Ill Bill] I'm comin
-gun in his hand? Would he shoot his brother and sister down? I rambled 'round from town to town, I rambled 'round from town to town, And they herded
drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and
it definitely is a concrete jungle And yet, there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters
shot-gun in his hand? Would he shoot his brother and sister down? I rambled 'round from town to town, I rambled 'round from town to town, And they herded
