Know you like a brother Treat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you be the cash I'll be the
brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) I said In time my brother In time In time my brother
you no more Sinners beside me, saints on the right And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight
breeze, niggas bubblin keys. My moms got two jobs, one on her knees And writin' letters to the governor- Please call off the deeds! My baby mother wit' another brother
its breezy, niggas bubbling ki's My moms got two jobs one on her knees and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother
down on me when P put it down for me. I grew up without a Single mother me and my brother watch you from the kitchen (?)Had a little gray pot she used
High on, high on the little We make up for so much time a little too late I never forgot it, confusing as it was No fun with no guilt feelings The sinners
the sinner man in his hands He's got the sinner man in his hands He got the whole world in his hands He got the tidle little babies in his hands The little
by Don Juan Nigga, my life is straight conflict When all I want to do is kick it hard and make bomb shit Every perimeter I enter is infested with a sinner
peek then you must be drinking and smokin Pretending not to loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little
water And I should have expected the flood But floating never has been easy for me You caught me carefree And You called me like You saw me, a sinner
ain't I?m a full time sinner, part time saint And I ain?t afraid of fear if it makes me a better man God knows who I am I?m a husband, a brother, a father
pray Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I see mothers in black cryin', brothers
you must be drinking and smoking Pretending that you're loc'ing but you're broken Let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy
peek then you must be drinking and smokin' Pretending not to lookin' but you're brokin' let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little
Spun his web deep inside her My darkness will guide her I am the spider I am the spider I am the spider I am the spider You're my sinner, you're my dinner My little
little babes And a darling, loving wife; You are a bad man You mean old Stagolee. What do I care about your two little babes, Your darling loving
Saints and sinners, come one, come all (Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call 'Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word