Just Da Barber - Brotherhood lyrics

[Intro: Just Da Barber] Yeah... brotherhood... [Chorus: Just Da Barber (Dom Pachino)] From 14 to 49, slippin' clothes, baggin' hoes Selling nicks and dimes, those was the best times (Man, those were the good times, we used to argue Who gon' the dimes, police patrollin', we were holding nines [Dom Pachino] (Just Barber) I'm holding mines (I'm holding mines) We both looking fine, we both ain't doing time [Just Da Barber] Picture me and Dom P. before no mustache, we used to cut cla** Grab the baddest chick's a**, and then laughed My mom said you led the wrong path, but yet, you gave me math That's why I'm leaving n***as in a blood bath, feeling the after wrath Of what it's like, to f** with our life Nowadays n***as is trife, I watched men turn mice But I stay precise, while ripping this mic device, I earn stripes And strap pipes to my waist for fights [Dom Pachino] Just it seems like we always had a mustache, we used to cut cla** Keep trees in a stash, boning little cutes in the gra** Behind IS-49, drinkin' 40's and cisco, while my little pistol shine Like a nickel, having fights, ripping n***as bristels Finger popping, tongue kissing, little Grace in the staircase s**ing on her nipples, they had a funny taste I just reached puberty, you couldn't tell me nothing Ain't you could to me, I was a minor Young, dumb and full of cum, your mother said If I keep it up, I'll be a bum But no matter how I turn out, you'll always be my dunn Brothers from another mother, but sons of the same gun Napalm got history, roots in the slums [Chorus] [Outro: Dom Pachino] Young knucklehead a** n***as, knawimean? Word up, fam... brotherhood...