Murtala Mohammed (with G Kabaka) - ORIENTAL BROTHERS

Mi haffi get the paper But it mi nah go stray for No time no day Yo Deejay Theory Alongside the lyrical deity Represent fi all the money makers And everything we have a we pay fi it Accurate All of my gangsters and all of my thugs All of my warriors weh up inna the club Proud to be black put your fist inna the air Everywhere mi look around is another millionaire CEO money stock up inna shares Touch inna di ghetto mi seh that affi go share Remember when we used to haffi struggle fi a beer Now a champagne bottle just a pop up everywhere Tell dem say we All in to win it you can't limit We legit Lebron digits And Kevin Durant riches If the coach give me minutes restriction mi nah listen Cause mi palm itching And when mi shoot mi nah miss it Cause man a go getter mi cold with no sweater Mi coulda sober or mi stoned like rosetta Black excellence down to mi chromosome letter Inna mi DNA fi get the cheddar So all of my gangsters and all of my thugs All of my warriors weh up inna the club Proud to be black put your fist inna the air Everywhere mi look around is another millionaire CEO money stock up inna shares Touch inna di ghetto mi seh that affi go share Remember when we used to haffi struggle fi a beer Now a champagne bottle just a pop up everywhere Huh Everything mi have you know mi work fi it yea I remember when mi make mi first beat yea Make it to the top and now the world see it Now mi time fi celebrate and mi happy no blurred needs Living like a king like man a Xerxes Man a steam the highest set a ganja with the terpenes Gold around my neck it's so heavy kind of disturbing Tink dem coulda stop me but me stronger than Hercules Anything the mind perceive mi work fi it And make the works speak with clarity And twenty percent of my proceeds go to charity For any disparity from the wealthy to the poverty Helping each other not just my family The system man a damage it Nuff dem not understanding How my balance between being A millionaire and a shamanic Spiritual economist Lyrical lyridologist Fixing your vision properly So follow dis All of my gangsters and all of my thugs All of my warriors weh up inna the club Proud to be black put your fist inna the air Everywhere mi look around is another millionaire CEO money stock up inna shares Touch inna di ghetto mi seh that affi go share Remember when we used to haffi struggle fi a beer Now a champagne bottle just a pop up everywhere Yea yea Accurate immaculate Kabaka Pyramid again Skilli beng beng beng beng Yo Deejay Theory Never mek the money change you Or rearrange you yea Nuff a dem a move strange too huh Watch ya now All of my gangsters and all of my thugs All of my warriors weh up inna the club Proud to be black put your fist inna the air Everywhere mi look around is another millionaire Yea yea Woi huh Nah mean Mi haffi get the paper But it mi nah go stray for Kabaka Pyramid again

12-hunna on the beat Uh, oh-oh, oh-oh, uh, uh, oh-oh Oh, uh-uh, oh (goddamn BJ with another one) Seem like I been through my longest nights with you Uh, uh, it seem like I been livin' all my life with you Uh, uh, askin' why did you leave? But there is no right excuse Uh, I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose Uh, free them real members, Lil Joe on that jail call I'm with some real killers, they'll knock your bell off Uh, better duck your taco when 'em shells toss Am I gon' bitch up when 'em shots blow? Nigga, hell nah Was ten toes, even on Monday nights I used to sell raw 'Member I couldn't make bond, now it don't matter what my bail cost Foenem trappin' P's, 'nother shipment just got mailed off Do this shit with ease, that's what I been tryna tell y'all But fuck let's show 'em, see an opp', we blowin' Let off shots we scorin', uh, red tips on 'em hollows torn Bad lil' bitch backdoorin' Spot 'em, got 'em, it's a green light, check out my new form Had it rough, know what that be like, I made it through the storm He wasn't with me up on these nights, I don't got nothin' for him Bimmer swervin' with that speed light, I'm in that brand-new foreign Where I'm from to live a street life, that's nothin' out the norm .40 on him just to sleep tight, them losses left him torn Seem like I been through my longest nights with you Uh, uh, it seem like I been livin' all my life with you Uh, uh, askin' why did you leave? But there is no right excuse Uh, I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose Uh, uh, bitch quit askin', no, I ain't okay Them boys 'bout action, know they ain't gon' play The AR thumpin' like an 808 Tweakin' off them Addies, I couldn't function, had to take a break Speakin' facts, 'cause if it's just assumptions then I ain't gon' say My mind wanderin', got me thinkin' 'bout the wrong shit Any time you need me, know I'm pickin' up that phone quick Locked in with my killers, that's who I get in my zone with R.I.P. my niggas, that shit turned into a long list Seem like I been through my longest nights with you Uh, uh, it seem like I been livin' all my life with you Uh, uh, askin' why did you leave? But there is no right excuse Uh, I know the hardest thing is to sacrifice and lose

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