Tekster:
Little Brother Speed

joints is finished At the speed we be moving we could never be diminished [Phonte] With my energy replenished write a rhyme with puns and All my similes intended speed

joints is finished At the speed we be moving we could never be diminished [Phonte] With my energy replenished write a rhyme with puns and All my similes intended speed

the spot when the stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin,

givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother

no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope Cause in this town, it's goin on And brothers doin

the dark side of your mental Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners In the alleys, throw your hands in the air Kickin' it to the brothers on the

All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha

All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha

Now number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake Niggaz is like serpents out there Snake style,