: [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas Bitches with dime figures,
some skeet for the next one, hon All you have to do is believe And the skeet will set you free [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Skeetin' is for the young and old
down now! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Chillin' on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew Turned around and seen this fine young
So here I come, a young man on the rise Doin' what's right to stay alive In a world of negativity and full of pain We're brothers, down with each other
: [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] The Surgeon General says wear a condom But you can catch AIDS nowadays from slobbin', Gynecology, and urology If I'm positive
boys from Pac-Jam Handsome Harry, you know the brother was strong He ain't dared any man to get him wrong L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play He
way Rapping on the street corners, young as can be All the local groups called us Run-DMC Me? Warren G, I was Jam Master Jay Mixed with my big brother
always remember you still a member of the hopeless See ya black like me So you snap like me When these devils try to plot Trap our young black seeds
money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother
ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since
m heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother
to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the
me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior without the sound
: (feat. Eminem, Kastro & Young Noble of the Outlawz) Intro: 2Pac Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for
: Thug Life Thinkin' back reminiscing on my teens a young G getten' paid over dope fiends fuckin' off cash that I make nigga, what's tha sense of workin
right bitch, Fuck em' all) (young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (young
You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless See ya black like me So you snap like me When these devils try to plot Trap our young