Слова:
Brothers From Another

here. Another lonely night in New York. The city of dreams just keeps on getting me down. 'Cause my baby's no longer around and my feeling can never be found. Another

from where I'm from I started off a 9 or 10 runnin with my step-pop Learn how to collect from niggaz and set up shizzop Never buy hard from him, I learned

you Fit In You know Roll with ya boys Gunz..! [Young Chris:] Honestly, my favorite type of gear A schrunchie for her hair and LaPerle under wears Bang her from

of boxers, alot of shit here The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there Just another day in the gutter, go see my brother Baby mother

us is who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity, we erased one another So far from

half cash, I can make you explode You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs I can take you on outer limits away from home Where your girls

, everyday, happens everyday This is not another trilogy It's just another story Come on now, aw, come on now Stick up kid This is not another trilogy It's just another

the streets And he's out to jack Doggin' young brothers 'Cause they usually don't fight back Got a white partner And he asked for that And every night Another

get out, why? 'Cause the fields Are where you die Escape from the killing fields Escape from the killing fields Escape from the killing fields Escape from