Mac - My Brother Lyrics
Yo, if yall dont mind, Id like to share a little somethin I wrote.About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me? my mutha*****in brother, yaKnow. and it aint gotta be ya blood brother, it could be ya thugBrother.We tend to say things that we dont really meanLike I hate you and I hope you die tomorrow of some deadly diseaseI never meant a word nigga, I was speakin out of angerAt times, I treated you as if you was a strangerWe both shared poverty, eatin commodity, you never lied to meOr knock me for nuthin I tried to beYou was in the house sharpenin your art skillsAnd I was in the backyard doin cartwheelsRunnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come homeStealin bikes even though I knew my rights from wrongI used to envy you cause you intelligentAnd I hate you was a strange way of tellin itBut that was irrelevantYou was in the good schools, I went to the gutter with the thugsWhen a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did drugsYou my nigga, til Im dead and goneAnd I loved you like you was a part of meAnd thats why Im singin this songChorus: its my nigga, my nerve, my one love(youre my brother)The one who wouldnt change on a nigga(youre my brother, youre my brother)Cause we shared the same blood(theres no other)Thats my nigga, my nerve, my one love(youre the only one for me)The one that wouldnt change on a niggaDont change on a niggaIts my nigga, my nerve, my one love(youre my brother)The one who wouldnt change on a nigga(youre my brother, youre my brother)Cause we shared the same blood(theres no other)Thats my nigga, my nerve, my one love(youre the only one for me)Even though I never told you, at times I triedSo I praise you while you aliveNow even though we look at life differentlyYou probably had the better viewAnd when it came to hoes I was way ahead of youI went to school with em, used to fool with em in classIn the hallways tryin to get some ass with my hall passYou did homework, and I did *****esYou was plottin on how to pass, I was plottin on some richesIt showed in the report cardYou paid attention to the teacherI was lookin at the sport carsIn the magazines with my headphones, knowin I was dead wrongCuttin class, goin everywhere but homeWhen you got a job, mama and them was proud, I was jealousYou worked late nights, I ran the streets with the fellowsIn a rush to be grown, you was still more matureCause you hang with your own, plus my heart was pureYou my nigga, til Im dead and goneAnd I loved you like you was a part of meAnd thats why Im singin this songChorus2x: let me hear ya say oh, ooh, oh, ooh, ohThe only one for me
