(feat. Carlitta Durand) [piano for 22 seconds before static breaks in] Are we back on? Let's go (One, two, three, four!) Yo, yo, back in it, back in
Tradução: Little Brother. Sirenas.
broken dishes The moon asked the crow For a little show In the hazy milk of twilight No one had to know The moon asked the crow For a little show In
of pines Remote, mixed voices The voice of the mother, of the friend, of the daughter, of the brother, of the lover of the siren of the ship White clothes
thug, you really ain't buggin' me bitch And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
: Adu - Matthewman - Hale Clean heart Clean and sharp Clean dream Bad start He loved his brother and his sister Luke and tony called him mister They
When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin' like they're oughta good There lived a little boy who was misled By another little boy
: Tricky : Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow Lived a little boy he was misled By another little boy and this
t know why I did it; took the keys to my brother's car. Hmm, why should I hang around here anymore, Hey, just to put my foot back to the floor, yeah. Sirens
m on my way My bitch is tripping, I need a place to stay" she's talking to me like I got no brain Cause of that sisqo, or cuz I'm insane Brotha Lynch'
' through the neighborhood Sweatin' their brother tryin' to see why he's doin' good (Sounds of sirens) Rollin through the park tryin' to make another hit Little
beep me Word to mother, Lord, son he got me hurt You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out Her little brother
strong cuz his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up and down nobody knows shit My peers, little ears Came
em "If your not here for the cable or the (?) ya BUGGIN" [Common] Lights flooded the scene, there was blood and si-reens (sirens) The cops shot the brother
all Preeld in by Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin' They called me Little
thug, you really ain't buggin' me bitch/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me/ The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
Clean heart, clean and sharp Clean dream bad start He loved his brother and his sister Luke and Tony called him Mister They made him feel much more like
