Dear Brother I'm worried I've never seen you act like You wanna take your life You've gotta think this over 'Cause every time I try to plea You just push
(feat. J. Scott of Saliva) Dear Brother I'm worried I've never seen you act like You wanna take your life You've gotta think this over 'Cause every time
(feat. J. Scott of Saliva) Dear Brother I'm worried I've never seen you act like You wanna take your life You've gotta think this over 'Cause every
dominating Fresh Kid Ice And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother And introducing to you on the two turntables: The Treach DJ Mr. Mixx (Word) [VERSE 1: Brother
: (Feat. Everlast) Im at a strange point of my life, my spirit ignites, Im destined for heights, I'm so solid with the quest of the life, Im under pressure
I reign the sect we remain The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain Brother stay low, cross-hairs break
from apartheid and shit Devil you need to step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers, and us Africans, step in and start puttin some FOOT, in that ass!!) "Break
word that I'm-a break your fucking arm Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5 Point it to your nose
hed) nigga reach the point of awakening I annihilate nigga who be thinkin' that they can break me The next brother can do what they want to This brother
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man Shootin each other, shootin your brother
out I said BITCH I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS A CRACK HOUSE I got my coat and SUDDENLY ... (police breaking into house annoucing themselves) The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed
piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
a point I think we're missin', It's in the air we raise our fists in, In the smiles we cast each other, My sister, my brother. About the time we gave
e I ain't bendin' for the soap Never understood why the 'hood Half od who's in da joint Now dey got me losin' my point Gotta have it goin' on Born criminal
It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest You know We talk about it all day long baby We fin'a break you off
a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last
