Don't want to see my brother in pain when the man fights big man's wars Don't know nothing 'bout no red, white and blue Little men, big ? ? ? Too
'all niggaz know y'all can't get with this [Chorus] [Keith Murray] And kill the noise playboys cause we have no flaws We employ hits the whole family can
will limp or die, whichever I choose, you lose Crews get ashamed 'cause we blame 'em for bitin' You might win, if you start writin', and stop fightin' no time for
S. and the devil to pay I hit the beer joints every Friday night Spend a little money lookin' for a fight It don't matter if I lose or win 'Cause
A dude that ain't afraid to lose the mack life And you don't got to question if he truly care A little, dinner here, movie there And he won't treat
again Who's to say you have to lose for someone else to win In the eyes of all the people the look is much the same For the first is just the last one
over India and Gandhi lives again Who's to say, you have to lose for someone else to win? In the eyes of all the people, the look is much the same For
niggaz out there impress me? Don't none of that shit impress me Oh, I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio? I'm ready I got nuttin' to lose
We can not live together [03:08.50]Try, don't let him take your love from me [03:16.10]You're not good, can't you see brother Louie, Louie, Louie
Easy , Easy Girl This Game Can`t Last Forever Why We Can`t Live together Try , Don`t Let him Take Your Love From Me, You`re No Good , Can`t You See Brother
while you're ahead, you ain't seein' no bread and Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead And grateful, you didn't live life hateful Change for
a good ol' boy Well, I hit the beer joint every Friday night Spend a little money lookin' for a fight And it don't matter if I lose or win 'Cause Monday
a forty-five caliber don't take no jive, just pull to fix Don't want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix Don't flap your lips about
brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention Cried my tears, for three good years Ya can't be mad at me Cause if you
s mother, she trippin, blamin me And his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy; you win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother
another brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention Cried my tears, for three good years Ya can't be mad at me [Chorus:
his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy You win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother They mother lost a son Fuck, why my nigga couldn't
sunshine everyday So why don't you come home baby And everybody tryin to battle each other getting smothered It ain't worth it thirstin' for the blood of your brother