Help the Brovas

Lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna] Help the Brovas Yeah Got to keep getting this money Early bird catches the worm Still hungry Yes yes Need that paper on all levels man Ain't nobody getting money like you Hold me down Straight up and down Fuck a bitch trying to eat Yo.. Check it out [Verse 1: Cappadonna] Beats is banging Yo Its chunky in here Honeys is gorgeous, looking good It's funky in here Its beamed out, you might see a junky in here Wave rider, homicide houser blow blowser My team is fresh like baby powder Step back See through porches Clam chowder Creamed up Shiny boots My mind is on thower Money love powder I get Beats I knock them shits off in a hour Crazy Air Mikes Throw back as Eddie Bower Creamy felines in the executive tower We crazy getting hours More money, more sex, more love and hate Blind faith Without that cannon you not safe I'm in a hoodie like Trayvon Black colored face Bag full of scrapes We're the slaves that escaped New York State Heavy weight Hip hop cake Everybody else better move from the gate [Verse 2: Amar Divine] Yeah man Try to motherfucking help who you can help Know what I mean First of all you gotta make sure you can help yourself man Ya'mean And with all these niggas tryna keep a nigga down That ain't helping nobody First of all get your own shit right Then talk about helping other niggas get right Y'know what I'm saying [?] We outstanding We out standing on the block Watching everybody Probably wanna be a cop You get a job Cause you're not a hard rock And nigga we don't give a fuck About the jewels that niggas got (fuck that) You like jewels well I'll give you one to sell[?] Your image see through And all your rhymes sound Now think about ways To try and make some money My album's wholesale You can take a couple from me Blocks And George's moving like rocks To get your money back Not time Invest them in stocks On an uprise you can't lose You'd rather be tough guys with bad news My niggas right man Help the Brovas I ain't gotta rep no Matter fact you gotta be careful who you rep these days You help them get through certain levels Then they be like fuck you Nah'mean yo fuck you Nah'mean I don't trust nobody but God Straight up Heh Straight up What it be like [Verse 3: Spliff Star] Spliff I'm a soldier And I'm strapped like the Taliban I'm in the streets Chasing nothing but these holograms Happy Days motherfucker Richie Cunningham I'm no snitch like Nino More like dunnaman Cain and Abel days nigga Watch your brother man She don't love you She lying' She with the other man This world's fucked up And they accept that Little bad work nigga I'll stretch that I gotta eat, got kids Got bills to pay My chest alight Day and night For that money made Cops looking for the kid Like I'm a runnaway I'm like fuck it gingerbread man Catch me when you can Help the brovas [Song fades to end]