FES TAYLOR - Big Homie lyrics

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[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, my big brother, was King's brotherUsed to be Herb and Big's brotherI remember had Port Richmond locked in a smashEverything from Harrison to the Ave.And life was good, you brought the 8-50 right to the hoodWas a little nigga, corner rolling dice in the hoodAdvice I understood, you ain't bring me itOwned alotta shit, really it was for my own goodJamie showed me a brick, and I ain't been the same sinceTold me to go and get it, how you think they richMy pop's brother, was DJ brotherUsed to be Donald and LeRoy brotherSo Less and Lawaun, how could it not be the sameAnd roll chains, like Reeda's my last nameFor Anthony, Amire, Zion and little NessHow could I ever care a little lessYou know, S my brother, cuz L.I.S. my brotherSo Roslyn and Sheila both like the same motherStill we grew up with gangstas as role modelsHelping my pops up the stairs, he drunk the whole bottleIt's no lotto, so it looks likeTwo 4 War, my only hope for tomorrowSo I be a big brother to the blockTry to school the little homey's life bigger than the block