Sosa A.K.A Papi J - 4 My Brother
Mic check 1 2Okay we back at it again
And i'm riding with my brother forever until the end
I'm just waiting on the .223’s to go and spin the bend
I be spitting off the dome i don’t even need a pen
Don’t make me call my brother make him leave you dead
Make him leave you dead
Fill you up with lead
Promise that he goin put four bullets up in yo head
Make me run up in your house and leave you dead up on your bed
And i got some shooters i could put a QP on your head (on your head)
But i don’t like to brag
I just broke up with my old shordy
Hopped up in my bag
Riding with a old .40 know we coming through the back
And you know i dont do no types of cap in my rap
All i speak is facts, Leave you in the trash
Leave you in the past while i smoke this gas
Put him inside of a body bag
And then i throw him in the lake and then the hook is coming back
Okay we back at it again
And i'm riding with my brother forever until the end
I'm just waiting on the .223’s to go and spin the bend
I be spitting off the dome i don’t even need a pen
Don’t make me call my brother make him leave you dead
Make him leave you dead
Fill you up with lead
Promise that he goin put four bullets up in yo head
Make me run up in your house and leave you dead up on your bed
And i got some shooters i could put a QP on your head (On your head)
And i'm riding with my brother and you know that’s right or wrong
I remember the first time i taught him how to hit the bong
You just hear me rapping on the beat bitch I don’t write no songs
And i'm riding with my brother and i told you right or wrong
And i had to say it twice cuz’ you know that I be gone
I didn’t hear what you said because im smoking on the strong
And we addicted to the weed i feel like Cheech and he like Chong
Okay we back at it again
And i'm riding with my brother forever until the end
I'm just waiting on the .223’s to go and spin the bend
I be spitting off the dome i don’t even need a pen
Don’t make me call my brother make him leave you dead
Make him leave you dead
Fill you up with lead
Promise that he goin put four bullets up in yo head
Make me run up in your house and leave you dead up on your bed
And i got some shooters i could put a QP on your head (On your head)
Can’t be tamed!
Written by:
John Sosa
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