My Brova

My nigga, my brother, that is my youngin' My nigga, my brother, we come from the struggle

we stunt with each other We staying together like moose with a shovel,

Stack it all up to the day that we bubble, My nigga, we cuttin', we givin' them trouble

Stick breakin' bread, my nigga, I love you Only the family, ain't shit up above you

Rock on designer, I'm steppin' in puddles, Come out on the way, get popped like a bubble,

We come from the projects with roaches on ceilings, Oodles and oodles for dinner,

You gotta get it, my nigga a winner I'm up in that first, number one contender

You niggas is soft, you niggas is tender, I got your bitch wrapped around my finger,

We got that gas, that shit start to linger Put int that room he turn that to a singer,

Ride for my man when it's time to go, Just say the word when it's time to blow,

Focus on cash, no time to smoke, Nodding my head when it's time to roll

That's my brother, so speak in code Huggin' the block in the freezing cold,