Me and My Brother

[Dres] Yo, yo, yo, yo the Sheep are back, black On the attack that fattens your format And suckers have to backtrack, regroup, resign As me and mine recline in shade Cause now we're getting paid like crime Krill, with the skill to kill while I'm on your will Ill, with the feel for what's real in my appeal Why play me chummy if you really think I'm crummy I caught your words and prep so long ago it isn't funny Now I'm ready to riot until the state is in gas If I wanted to dis you I'd play your shit and laugh Huh, first mistake, choice when we gave it Now put your plea on a deposit slip and save it Second was the mic checking that you couldn't do We step through just to get respect from your crew Third, I heard you're tense with the gat All I got to say to that is, umm, it's FAT Be the fourth parallel to your ism Know the diff of disrespect and criticism Five, I plead the fifth, I'm just plain live I won't riff with the jive that the Sheep'll take a dive We've arrived just in time and you'll discover Only my mother, sister and son Could come between me and my brother [Chorus x2] Me and my brother, my brother and me Don't look on the surface cause if you do you'll never see Me and my brother, my brother and I Cause you'll fly sky-high when you try [Mr Lawnge] Hey, yo It took a long time although niggas thought we came out of the blue A lot of punks slept but we always knew That's why you pursue the two-man crew To do the motherfucking job that you know a boy can't do Like every aspect we cover: beats, rhymes and other Nobody else down, yo, it's just me and my brother Sheeit, back when the shit began, before there was a fan We had the skills so we ran with my man Stan I had to pay my dues running with other crews Black Sheep is here but bitch ass niggas still snooze It doesn't matter, Boo! I'll make you scatter Don't flatter cause I don't want your bitch nigga chit-chatter I got stacks and stacks of fat tracks and wax But you played yourself so don't even ask And I won't remind you of the stupid shit you did and said Out the side of your head when you were sleeping dead And now I'm charging like a bull and you're red That's why I'm pulling fucking files like a fed Checking pros, doing shows wherever they goes Getting hoes and foes but don't sleep on those bros Come legit, you need to quit with that ego shit Because you're only as large as your last hit We intimidate, niggas try to retaliate Go on, guess your fate, cause it's your fucking guts I hate I'll put on my Tims and kick 'em Grab my shank and brrrr, stick 'em, ha-haha, stick 'em Bitch! Now the Sheep are rolling deep with One Love Fuck around and be a victim of, who? [Chorus] [Dres] Baby pah, you're best to learn that we yearned And long earned, keep your concern, Black Sheep for the term Forget status, we go for gold, who be creamy? Cleaner no picture, clearly the victor, nigga, you seen me With my man, no other mother could pull my brother No way is it gay when I say we love one another Uh huh, run for cover cause you're coming on the block We're the best in the flock, was you born a fucking cock?! Fuck your grade, our record play, man, it's like Jordan Rock it better than NASA or lock it tighter than the warden Huh, according to some emcees, hating and to end all their jel We selling now, fuck like 'Mister Wendal' Bendable plates, expendable tapes we ain't Whitewash the Sheep when you're wack, save your paint No haps, chaps, you might as well shut your traps The gap's too big, dig, dapple over the maps Doing curls with girls and blowing like Reg Peep the slim slick, no Hammer, smack 'em sledge Grammar, hot damn, I rip the rhythm up And rock cuts like sluts with big butts do nuts for ducs I split shit, you better see another Down over a decade, this weight could never cover Shucks, we hit fucks like nuts be touching Roscoe's Pick up the old school flavour like you're name was Barro Pasco (???) Asshole, my whole ass is all on me that's booty My job's to clean up after my son cause that's my duty Why bug, g? Could it be that you can't see D, motherucker, D, motherfucker! D- R-E-S, yes, with Lawnge since Sanford Knowing we were destined to blow like Branford Down for the duration, grand like Central Station And a fat speaker says you got a demonstration from [Chorus x2]