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    "Baby Brother" Lyrics

    Sticky Fingaz feat. Dave Hollister

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    Sticky Fingaz f/ Dave Hollister

    [Sticky talking]
    Let me call this nigga
    Come on man; pick up the damn phone


    I got your pictures, damn we look just alike
    A younger version of me, half my age n height
    I played "beat you up", made you tough, thought you to fight
    Put you on, showed you things, bought you your first bike
    Now you in the streets making the same mistakes I did
    That got me nowhere, so I'm trapped upstate in this bid
    Caged like an animal ain't no way to live
    Got a baby on the way, who gone father my kid?
    The way you going now I can clearly see
    You either gun' end up dead or in jail with me
    Remember when we was younger and you promised me
    You'd be the first in our fam with al college degree
    I know you see the cars, the girls, the clothes, the jewels
    And think it's all about the money, heard you dropped out of school
    I ain't tryin' preach but if I don't, who gonna
    Couldn't live with myself if you died on the corner
    You're my baby brother

    [Chorus: Dave Hollister]
    You are my baby brother
    And you know I love you nigga
    I'm just trying to keep you out there
    You don't want to end up in here

    I hear what you saying big brother, but listen to me
    I ain't trying to be the nigga working Mickey D
    When I can hustle on the block and come home with a G
    Yeah you right I want jewels and push a luxury V
    But what's wrong with that, I wanna live comfortably
    Just like the next man drivin' down the hood in my Lex Land
    I ain't got nobody takin' care of me
    And as far as a school, well it just ain't for me

    [Sticky & Brother]
    So what you wanna do huh
    What you gone sell drugs all your life
    (I might)
    You see you ain't even right
    Maybe when you sober up ya ass will see the light
    (Hold up, this is my life, I live it anyway that I like)
    Look I'm just trying to help
    But all you wanna do is get blunted
    (Yo, I need money, my wifey got a seed in her stomach)
    If you can't see the cycle then you must be blind
    And your child gettin' a father that was just like mine
    You're my baby brother


    [Sticky & Brother]
    So is you like that, I mean what's the deal?
    What you too worry about tryin' to keep it real?
    (Man whatever, that's how you feel then that's how you feel)
    Yo what's this I hear, you had a gun concealed
    (Yeah, I keep my nine (See this what I'm-)
    (Hold up, let me speak my mind
    Look at you, you can't talk you doin' mad time)
    Yeah look at me, is this is how you wanna be
    Locked up, the cops tell you where you can pee?
    (Yo, I gotta go man)
    Ooh you ain't even want to hear me out?
    (Yeah, but you talkin' mad shit I don't even care about)
    Yo, All I sayin' is that you got to be more responsible
    (Aight man, whatever I'm a talk to you)

    Yo, yo.... Damn
    He gone end up just like me

    This song was submitted on December 23rd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Barry White, George Spivey, Kirk Jones, Dave Hollister.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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