I'M NOT SAYING A WORD, I'M NOT SAYING I CARE, THOUGH I WOULD LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT SAYING A WORD, I'M NOT SAYING I CARE, THOUGH I WOULD
Translation: Blood Brothers soundtrack. I'm Not Saying A Word.
with no man Before black, I'm first human Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under One day I'll have a
beat, and I do believe I'm right, you're right Am I wrong? Yes, son Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying With my Brothers Jungle, Soul
aint nothing wrong cause aint nothing wrong Im not as fast, I'm not as tall but before I pass I gotta ball I gotta ball I gotta ball n-gga I gotta ball
a lot of profanity You might hear a lot of um A lot of love, a lot of hate You know what I'm saying? 'Cus it's like come on I got enemies I got frienemies
drummer, keep the rythems rollin' In your face, I got the bass, without a trace He's going, he's gone and I'm on the microphone And I'm known to get
I'm saying (yeah) Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying
us all meetin' up in prison Last week I got a letter from my road dog, written in blood Saying, "Please show a playa love", hold ya head, hold it How
I love my brothers over (bitches) and some bank And when if need me, I'm there for ya blank (Chorus) Verse 3 (Silkk) So I'm there when y'all need me
ain't gettin' shit The only time I trick is December 25th I'm coming with a rolls, some kicks, and some dick There's one thing worse then a chick saying "I
me It was a murder That I was wrong? / But not a crime! [Mona] I love Alvin Lipschitz More than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy... Sensitive
friends, I'm still out there on Corner. I'm with the freaks, I'm with the hunted, I'm with the maimed, yes I'm with the torn, I'm with the down, I'm
they are now 'cause I'm a different person (I'm a different person) I'm a different person (I'm a different person, I'm a different person) Talking:
that I'm a Winans too You know that I'm a Winans, you know that I'm a Winans You know that I'm a Winans, you know that I'm a Winans
nothing wrong Cause ain't nothing wrong I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall But before I pass I gotta ball I gotta ball I gotta ball Nigga I gotta ball
wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter To this here, I'm no stranger It's obvious you no bangers
Cause I ain't playing with bitches, I'm disposing all of my foes We M double A-B, S-L-A-B till I'm dead Everynight I be on the edge, with a pump onside
