monster, man Pretty soon your own thoughts gonna be contraband They can harass, abuse, and try to knock us As long as we got breath, man, they can't stop us
Traducció: Little Brother. No ens pot aturar.
So we can chill and have a little fun So we can chill and have some little ones So we can chill until our living's done C'mon, don't stop Girl, maybe
like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day" I didn't understand
kids rollin with the Africans You can't sweat skin Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans This shit don't have to happen That's why a brother
2: Hen-Gee ] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't
feel I'm the youngest, he expects a little more from me So I try to stay humbled and as you can see my vision you can see us Cash Money til the mother
mo can you come wit Yeah, they can bite but cannot be us They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed trying to fit
stomp the ground (Wooh!) Like a million elephants Or Silverback Orangutangs You can't stop the train Who wants some? Don't come unprepared I'll be there
who I'm gon' ****, this hood politics Ackowledge it, leave bodies ******* in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us roll up and try knockin' us
gotta practice that before you start preachin' But ain't no way that they can keep up 'Cause we keepin' the heat on it really don't matter Where we can meet up You can
't stop, and it won't stop ??¶ause i just can't quit. This game be runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop, ??¶
give them second chances and they let us live on, all thugs, all thugs, T.H.U.G., is all I wanna be, all my little fellas really thuggin' with me, we
you can hide me Or with my 44 so you can 45 me You put this shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us And when you finally catch us up you give us
world's lost it's brain I sip away on the liquor and drink away the pain For the brothers who ain't here Pour a little on the floor son Time to get a little
, this is your life You gotta get it when you can y'all Half rich for months is your knife We can't forget about the brothers, the sisters The lovers who ain't
four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and watt's no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble (Ah, ha) None of my teachers ain't
