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EmoneyOne11 - For My Brothers Lyrics



EmoneyOne11 - For My Brothers Lyrics




Damn .. aye
Yea..aye .. damn
Mmm... mmm... mmmm
This for my ..
Sheesh.. haha
For my brother I kill em
This for my brother uhh
This for my brother yea
For my brother I kill em
Damn.. gah damn yea
Ayee....

For my brotherI kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
Aye

Memba sittin in the cell I was stressing
Commissary lookin good I'm flexin
I done trapped in the hood I blessed em
I done trapped in the jail I finessed em
He don't got it right now charge extra
A niggas most dangerous when he desperate
They'll stab you in da back if you let em
Take a loss don't worry that's a lesson
They ain't homies
I was in dat cell I'm getting lonely
It's Like the sun was up in their face
That's how they all turn they backs on me
Damn
Like the ATM got the cash on me
Spot a oppa knock em down like I'm bowling
GB got a glock catch a opp roaming
Have em catch a bullet just like terell Owens
Don't be silly man they all gon feel me
Ima ride until my till a muhhhf*cka kill me huh
That your shorty I put dick in her kidney
Automatics in my trunk stash the drugs in her titties
Don't act up Turn ya brains to spaghetti
I'm a sniper wit da range I'm deadly
Or a legend like I'm Elvis Presley me & my bruddas We flexinnnn yea



For my brotherI kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
Aye
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Damn .. aye
Yea..aye .. damn
Mmm... mmm... mmmm
This for my ..
Sheesh.. haha
For my brother I kill em
This for my brother uhh
This for my brother yea
For my brother I kill em
Damn.. gah damn yea
Ayee....

For my brotherI kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
Aye

Memba sittin in the cell I was stressing
Commissary lookin good I'm flexin
I done trapped in the hood I blessed em
I done trapped in the jail I finessed em
He don't got it right now charge extra
A niggas most dangerous when he desperate
They'll stab you in da back if you let em
Take a loss don't worry that's a lesson
They ain't homies
I was in dat cell I'm getting lonely
It's Like the sun was up in their face
That's how they all turn they backs on me
Damn
Like the ATM got the cash on me
Spot a oppa knock em down like I'm bowling
GB got a glock catch a opp roaming
Have em catch a bullet just like terell Owens
Don't be silly man they all gon feel me
Ima ride until my till a muhhhf*cka kill me huh
That your shorty I put dick in her kidney
Automatics in my trunk stash the drugs in her titties
Don't act up Turn ya brains to spaghetti
I'm a sniper wit da range I'm deadly
Or a legend like I'm Elvis Presley me & my bruddas We flexinnnn yea



For my brotherI kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
F*ck up outta my section
All my brothers keep a stick for protection
I been itchin to shoot don't test me
Working hard now I steppin Guiseppi
This chain round my neck gettin heavy
I don't count favors that's petty
For my brother I'll die I'm ready
For my brother I'll kill em no question
Aye
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