B-Boys (Ft. Sene)-US3

B-Boys (Ft. Sene) - Us3 My brother, take a rest from what you doin' sit back and listen Listen to my song about some brothers on a mission This one kid he never went to school His teachers thought that he was crazy out acting the fool But on a real, baby pa had nuff static He had two little brothers and his mother was a crack addict Papa bear was never there to give him hope So one might ask himself how did this young man cope? He started robbin' just to feed his peoples and that's a fact Until one day he got caught in the act Shacked up and jacked up and taken downtown And to the judge he's just another brother on lockdown Well this other ni**a from the Fort was out to get his Catchin' crazy wreck on the mic, that's word to Mizz But until he struck the deal he had to sell the rock Pack the glock doin' deeds at the end of the block He had crazy fly robes and his daughter ate well He never hit the blowpipe it was strictly the sell These jealous brothers round the way wanted to rock his world But instead they did the dirty sh*t and shot his girl When he found out who did it he went awol Stepped to the mall, he saw the punks and sprayed them all But now he's doin' life for the suckers he shot down And now he's just another brother on lockdown Fresh outta school my man had it all A dip crib, a fly girl, he was havin' a ball But this other punk kid started to use him and abuse him Slowly takin' all his loot and at the same time confuse him When the smoke cleared my man lost his crib and his bank May I ask a question, who'd he have to thank? Well anyway, now he's on a mission to get his respect He thinks the only way to get it is to catch his wreck He saw the bastard in the Village, on Astor Place My man balled up his fist and laid him to waste Now he's getting' five years even though he got props now But to you and me he's just another brother on lockdown