Letras:
Little Brother Bring It On

feet From the cradle to the grave where my regrets I should suffer From now until then, I murder for my Little Brother So, bring it on if you think you

feet From the cradle to the grave where my regrets I should suffer From now until then, I murder for my Little Brother So, bring it on if you think you

Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up

; this time IT'S ON! Rock on ................. break it down now! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Chillin' on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on

: [Brother Marquis:] I bring home the bacon Bitch I put it in your hand But behind my back bitch You been seen with another man Oh I just had to shed

her over, got it from the back The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest She put it in the middle,

get with 'em It has a water bed 'cause the place is phat A lion-skin rug to lay the bitch on her back With mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls Mirrors on

shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it

tripping Too much time on your hands, you slipping Why you focused on all this dealing? When niggas coming in through the back door stealing? Crib on