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Sticky Fingaz - Baby Brother lyrics
Sticky Fingaz f/ Dave Hollister [Sticky talking] Let me call this nigga Come on man; pick up the damn phone [Brother] Hello? [Sticky] I got your pictures, damn we look just alike A younger version of me, half my age n height I played "beat you up", made you tough, thought you to fight Put you on, showed you things, bought you your first bike Now you in the streets making the same mistakes I did That got me nowhere, so I'm trapped upstate in this bid Caged like an animal ain't no way to live Got a baby on the way, who gone father my kid? The way you going now I can clearly see You either gun' end up dead or in jail with me Remember when we was younger and you promised me You'd be the first in our fam with al college degree I know you see the cars, the girls, the clothes, the jewels And think it's all about the money, heard you dropped out of school I ain't tryin' preach but if I don't, who gonna Couldn't live with myself if you died on the corner You're my baby brother [Chorus: Dave Hollister] You are my baby brother And you know I love you nigga I'm just trying to keep you out there You don't want to end up in here [Brother] I hear what you saying big brother, but listen to me I ain't trying to be the nigga working Mickey D When I can hustle on the block and come home with a G Yeah you right I want jewels and push a luxury V But what's wrong with that, I wanna live comfortably Just like the next man drivin' down the hood in my Lex Land I ain't got nobody takin' care of me And as far as a school, well it just ain't for me [Sticky & Brother] So what you wanna do huh What you gone sell drugs all your life (I might) You see you ain't even right Maybe when you sober up ya ass will see the light (Hold up, this is my life, I live it anyway that I like) Look I'm just trying to help But all you wanna do is get blunted (Yo, I need money, my wifey got a seed in her stomach) If you can't see the cycle then you must be blind And your child gettin' a father that was just like mine You're my baby brother Chorus [Sticky & Brother] So is you like that, I mean what's the deal? What you too worry about tryin' to keep it real? (Man whatever, that's how you feel then that's how you feel) Yo what's this I hear, you had a gun concealed (Yeah, I keep my nine (See this what I'm-) (Hold up, let me speak my mind Look at you, you can't talk you doin' mad time) Yeah look at me, is this is how you wanna be Locked up, the cops tell you where you can pee? (Yo, I gotta go man) Ooh you ain't even want to hear me out? (Yeah, but you talkin' mad shit I don't even care about) Yo, All I sayin' is that you got to be more responsible (Aight man, whatever I'm a talk to you) [Sticky] Yo, yo.... Damn He gone end up just like me Chorus |
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