Tradução: Nueve días. Mi Hermano.
my heart he I shall find But I know whenever I find trouble My brother he will still come running My guardian angel over my shoulder My days in awe as I grow older My brother
find trouble My brother he will still come running My guardian angel over my shoulder My days in awe as I grow older My brother and I are side by side He took away my
run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my
: Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
from my hip and let it blast away And then three days later watch the pastor pray God forbid You don't know how hard it is Me and my brother we didn't
-I-N-G She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it Cause I be paying child support now god damn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my god brother
workin' a nine-to-five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run this
workin' a nine-to-five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run
I T E, cuz MTV was so friendly to me, can't wait till Kim sees me Now is it worth it? Look at my life how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what, my
eight stays, we resorted to rebell I'm packin' up my Nine To remedy my stale (?) Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!
jumpin out a tree Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me Back on my feet, a zombie in my face Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no I'll just be looking for my mak - er And I hear that that's where she's been? Oh! Out of nine lives, I spent seven
hop's forever Kept my radio on 98 or BLS Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado
my hits, writin' my hits Writin' my rhymes, playin' my mind This fuckin' job can't help him So I quit, y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all
and classify We want too much My peep plus the whole nine is mine Don't think I even double dutch Here's a brother my attitude hit 'em Hang 'em high
classify We want too much My peep plus the whole nine is mine Don't think I even double dutch Here's a brother my attitude hit 'em Hang 'em high
