Brothers Dying

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul & ?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers- [Verse 1: Queen Tanneisha & Peaches] That's a nice deal, that's a nice kill, that's a not Take another's life, so why you have to peel, the cap Pull the trigger, take a brother's life away Life away, he's dead and gonе His family [?], so what did they say And these niggas walkin' around, claimin' a gang likе they [?] Now I have to sit back, sit back and reminisce Reminisce of the days, of the days I [?] miss My baby's gone and his dad killed by another brother Another brother took his life, [?] color Brother killin' his gang, then the [?] take oversee He's sittin' back smilin', why you cappin' your brothers in the sea A shot was set [?], from the K.K.K Pull a trigger, dwell a nigga, and blow his fuckin' brains away Too much dollars in the streets growin' on Brothers need to pump up, the piston, put that after tone Turn on the TV and the radio It ain't the wife killin' the blacks, it's the black killin' its own Send a shoutout to our brothers in the [?] And [?] to my father, that's how I hiss and pray [Chorus: DJ Paul & ?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] Motherfuckers left the right niggas dying [?] [Verse 2: Queen Tanneisha & Peaches] Every now and then I seem to reminisce Thinkin' about those days, thinkin' about those days That I miss, my brother died, what a fucked up 'cause Set up for a rob, motherfuckers when they did a job So now my finger swingin' out, pull it to the bed Just because of a boy, wanted to be a mack See I guess they thought they wanted to be a men You gots to be a whore, motherfucker always carry a pistol in your hand But now let's take it from a real brother Father said, [?] kill, even if it's only for a quick trip My brother's dying, day by day, on the sum I got a damn Bitches [?], [?] their house away I'm not down with the white mans plan Fuck 'em, and jump- suck 'em, power to the black men When I try to be, [?] such Just knowledge to my people, I try to teach 'em who not to trust Cap peelin' suckers, them dumb motherfuckers Wanna be down, fuckin' around, you be six feet up under the ground Ashes to ashes and dust to dust So they say, now let's all [?] and pray [Outro: Queen Tanneisha & Peaches] Oh yeah, we got Queen Tanneisha in this bitch, [?] pump up those [?] We got my nigga Homicyde, psycho, Nigga Nine, V-Dog We got Kenny, , yeah Westwood [?] bitch We got Skinny Pimp, 211, the [?], 8Ball, MJG, SMK, DJ Loc, Backup Squad We got my nigga Gangsta Pat and Al Kapone, MC [?], [?], [?] my brother Lil Rick in this hoe We got Slick, [?] and [?], forget my nigga white boy Rob, Hill, [?], [?], [?], Kee-Wee, [?], Tommy, [?] and [?], [?], [?] and [?] And to all the motherfuckin' names I forgot Fuck Oh yeah this is Peaches in this biatch I'd like to send these out to my nigga Homycide, V-Dog, [?] [?]