Young_rico - Brotha From Anotha lyrics

Intro (Mercy Great talkin) Ay yo What's cracking Chitown What up Blaque Pirate What up L'G, G.R.M.O.B L.O.T, what's crackin uh huh Chorus 2x We just some brothas from anotha mother, father was the streets All we know is moving dro, f**ing hoes, and bagging keish L.G, Blaque Pirate, and the G.R.M.O.B We just some brothas from anotha mother brothas from anotha mother Verse 1- Mercy Great In Cal city with Chi Blaque I know my clique got my back In U.P-town where I grind at we tryna bring Chi back But we ain't never left got some folks on the right of me Some brothers to my left and still f**in with Gydiancy Gdot and Ceaz got tek but this game it ain't no ref My n***a Addict got the kilo tell Young Rico cut the check If one of my n***as died Imma tatt it on my chest Until then we finna eat till it ain't nothing left Verse 2- Young Rico Ay yo I double up and flip again get it in in Michigan Two bad b**hes on me fam, don't get caught stay out that jam U.p-town n***a with a LG flow, Gr-Mob them n***as cold Windy city in the door, White Sox fitted and a Pelle on All my n***as about to Go, Chop up the beat boy let's get gone Home run out the park I'm gone, don't get mad cause you just sit home Illa noise with sickening flow, I bet ya baby mama going Fold it like a taco jo and my pockets swole we on the road Chorus 2x Verse 3- Ca$tro Da A$$hole I am my brothers keeper, I'll send ya to the reaper As long as they got me, Imma ride the like back seat If them lames try me, leave em stinking like bus seats We tote heat for these moolies who thinking the town sweet We all bang, what you saying we all in the same gang If you beef with Addict Lord then you beefing with me mane Put your hands on Easy Moe, Mercy G or Eddie moe Have them Goons at yo door like you ordered Aurillio's Verse 4- Gdot But really tho, we illy tho, smoke swisher yeah them philly no It's winter cold got winter coat, got winter boots for winter snow I'm early up for early dough, C.H.I.C.A.G.O It's GdotCdot, Easy Moe, Mercy G, Ca$tro a**hole f** what you talking if ya cash low Keisha in the cut shaking titties with her a** low Hit a n***a phone I'll tell ya 'bout that fast dough Seat belt, speed limit, chiefing, and my gas low Chorus 2x