you're in heaven, but ya living in hell. Time alone - oh, time will tell: Ya think you're in heaven, but ya living in hell. Back them up; oh, not the brothers
no Gamblers This Train This Train done carring my mother this train This Train done carring my mother,my mother,my father,my sister,and my brother. This
direction (ooh-ooh). Zion's train is coming our way; The Zion's train is coming our way. Which man can save his brother's soul? (save your brother'
is no partiality. So arm in arms, with arms, we'll fight this little struggle, 'Cause that's the only way we can overcome our little trouble. Brother
always been black And my hair I tried it all, I even went flat Had a gumdee curly top and all the crap now Just tryin' to be appreciated Nappy headed brothers
no problem I'mma go in And shy away from drama, I ain't run away from no man And there ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas Then they'll play with Mario Brothers
, don't move boy (No no no) My mens clap shit that sound like bombs when they blast off Pussy, you will have your thoughts on your dashboard Be careful brother
? A white blue fruit to boot We count to ten before we pass the crews Now that's family equipped with the brothers and the sisters And the sisters and the brothers
this whole earth sellout's got no worth I think they better go soul searching... Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten) Showbiz... A.G. (brothers
since I was a kid They always thought I was big from the damage that I did I roll up rappers like a DT and don't worry yo Because the brothers can't
songwritin' ship Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff On the cloud I be relaxin' from last night and shit In studio today but hey Brother Question Was
you yeah I'm so in love baby I dont care what your brother say I'm so in love baby I dont care what the people say Stephen Marley and Eryka Badu: Well
, this goes on I'm animated, never dormant, so change the format What I'm strong at mortal kombat, so Cheech and Chong that Hey, brother damn you Hey
Do it Marley, ha, killin' 'em You killin' 'em, where were you? I wanna talk about these rap historians Y'all better get it together, where were you? I
I don't understand this man (It's bullshit) Why they can't ever solve the crime Marley? Whatever happened with that Scott LaRock case man? I don't know
hair, no derrier, frontin' and fakin' with your silicone pair Do I wanna fuck? Not hardly That's kinda like Barbie phuckin' Bob Marley It ain't gonna
played 'Cause I was way too ill, I would home my skill Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark Two dudes, brothers
the 9 scream Nah Mean At your racial Policing Regime Nah Mean Spiritual like a Elohim Nah Mean In a casino or a yacht Wherever Im seen My brothers and