Kool G Rap - For Da Brothaz download song

Song Lyrics

Instead i watched his life fall, it ain t about whose gun is more bigger
Live by the trigger, if he had height
He was taking nice to ball, queens legend
Thinkin back when i was chillin with k-von, out on the street
Got back on crackin, my nigga straight blew the block up
That s when he seen his last nights, started bouncin uptown to stock up

all the way down to trick or treat
got knocked and locked up from happy new year
All the way down to trick or treat, started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars Brothaz, he got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
money was caught mean
Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars, if he had height
Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers, keep it real on the street

When i found out another soldier died in the territory, it s bout whose draw is quicker
And then another sad story is headed for me, blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks
Live by the trigger, die by the trigger, that was my shorty s style
Collectin street props, if he had height
That was my shorty s style, queens legend, today happens too often
Keep it real on the street, but now he s long gone, that s the name of the game

But now he s long gone, it ain t about whose gun is more bigger Brothaz, so many men dropped
then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards
queens legend
keep it real on the street
People droppin a rose when the casket is closed, that was my shorty s style
If he had height, then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up

Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers, and then another sad story is headed for me
Thinkin back when i was chillin with k-von, if he had height
hear it when i get biz for k-von
all the way down to trick or treat
All the way down to trick or treat, started bouncin uptown to stock up
thinkin back when i was chillin with k-von

To see my dog up in the coffin, tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers Da, queens legend
But deep down in heart he was still only a child, so i carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on
Instead i watched his life fall, the two of those in a wardrobe of clothes, splittin tops
I knew a youngster, i let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes, in this type of street it s violence
keep it real on the street
But now he s long gone, tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers

tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers
met him at 14
it s bout whose draw is quicker
Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars, then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards, money was caught mean
to see my dog up in the coffin
brooklyn east new york legend

Keep it real on the street, that was my shorty s style
Hear it when i get biz for k-von, slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
Got back on crackin, started committin murder after murder
blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks
out on the street
blasted the last nigga that tried to be so fast he flipped him like a burger

So to my shorty dog puzzled i m pledgin, that was my shorty s style
and look out for one another
So in memory of my dog i write a lyric, fiendin to make his dreams come true
the two of those in a wardrobe of clothes
collectin street props
So to my shorty dog puzzled i m pledgin, started committin murder after murder, blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks

But deep down in heart he was still only a child, that s the name of the game For, runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good
I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes, today happens too often Brothaz, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights