Brotha From Anotha
Intro (Mercy Great talkin)
Ay yo
What's cracking Chitown
What up Blaque Pirate
What up L'G, G.R.M.O.B
L.O.T, what's crackin uh huh

Chorus 2x
We just some brothas from anotha mother, father was the streets
All we know is moving dro, fucking hoes, and bagging keish
L.G, Blaque Pirate, and the G.R.M.O.B
We just some brothas from anotha mother brothas from anotha mother

Verse 1- Mercy Great
In Cal city with Chi Blaque I know my clique got my back
In U.P-town where I grind at we tryna bring Chi back
But we ain't never left got some folks on the right of me
Some brothers to my left and still fuckin with Gydiancy
Gdot and Ceaz got tek but this game it ain't no ref
My nigga Addict got the kilo tell Young Rico cut the check
If one of my niggas died Imma tatt it on my chest
Until then we finna eat till it ain't nothing left
Verse 2- Young Rico
Ay yo I double up and flip again get it in in Michigan
Two bad bitches on me fam, don't get caught stay out that jam
U.p-town nigga with a LG flow, Gr-Mob them niggas cold
Windy city in the door, White Sox fitted and a Pelle on
All my niggas about to Go, Chop up the beat boy let's get gone
Home run out the park I'm gone, don't get mad cause you just sit home
Illa noise with sickening flow, I bet ya baby mama going
Fold it like a taco jo and my pockets swole we on the road

Chorus 2x

Verse 3- Ca$tro Da A$$hole
I am my brothers keeper, I'll send ya to the reaper
As long as they got me, Imma ride the like back seat
If them lames try me, leave em stinking like bus seats
We tote heat for these moolies who thinking the town sweet
We all bang, what you saying we all in the same gang
If you beef with Addict Lord then you beefing with me mane
Put your hands on Easy Moe, Mercy G or Eddie moe
Have them Goons at yo door like you ordered Aurillio's

Verse 4- Gdot
But really tho, we illy tho, smoke swisher yeah them philly no
It's winter cold got winter coat, got winter boots for winter snow
I'm early up for early dough, C.H.I.C.A.G.O
It's GdotCdot, Easy Moe, Mercy G, Ca$tro
Asshole fuck what you talking if ya cash low
Keisha in the cut shaking titties with her ass low
Hit a nigga phone I'll tell ya 'bout that fast dough
Seat belt, speed limit, chiefing, and my gas low
Chorus 2x