
Da Real Brotherly Love JStar Balla, DD Osama & JayKlickin
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[Intro: JStar Balla, Bobby Caldwell & JayKlickin]
It was nights I had to trap at the park
Totin' on Sally, this shit got a bark
You've tried everything, but you won't give up
Grrah, like, grrah, like
Grrah, like
[Verse 1: JayKlickin]
Late at night on that block, it was risky
Know some niggas really tryna get me
.380 gon' blow if he movin' too mixy
Up a knock and I'm doin' it quickly
Notti live on, me and DD gon' carry your name
Since you died I been goin' insane
You can see in my eyes, I'm a devil off fames
We was creepin', fiendin', put a opp on a chain
And I'm back, and I'm better, jack the opps, I'ma up it and light
We be outside, no matter the weather
The chop in my pocket be feelin' the pressurе
And these niggas, they know what I'm on, why thеy actin' like we don't perform?
I throw eight, DD throw eight more
Like, yeah, I said, they know what we on
Notti, I got you, I'm your brothers keeper, underneath ya
Ghetto angel, like, why did you leave us?
'Posed to be me and you, DD, in a Beamer, in a Beamer
Niggas hatin' like they ain't believe us
EBK, Mr. Keeping-That-Squeeze-Tucked
Notti I got you, I'm your brothers keeper, underneath ya
Ghetto angel, like
It was nights I had to trap at the park
Totin' on Sally, this shit got a bark
You've tried everything, but you won't give up
Grrah, like, grrah, like
Grrah, like
[Verse 1: JayKlickin]
Late at night on that block, it was risky
Know some niggas really tryna get me
.380 gon' blow if he movin' too mixy
Up a knock and I'm doin' it quickly
Notti live on, me and DD gon' carry your name
Since you died I been goin' insane
You can see in my eyes, I'm a devil off fames
We was creepin', fiendin', put a opp on a chain
And I'm back, and I'm better, jack the opps, I'ma up it and light
We be outside, no matter the weather
The chop in my pocket be feelin' the pressurе
And these niggas, they know what I'm on, why thеy actin' like we don't perform?
I throw eight, DD throw eight more
Like, yeah, I said, they know what we on
Notti, I got you, I'm your brothers keeper, underneath ya
Ghetto angel, like, why did you leave us?
'Posed to be me and you, DD, in a Beamer, in a Beamer
Niggas hatin' like they ain't believe us
EBK, Mr. Keeping-That-Squeeze-Tucked
Notti I got you, I'm your brothers keeper, underneath ya
Ghetto angel, like
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