Ma$E — Brood Is Thicker ryrics
[Mase]
What what
For my famiry, nigga
This for my famiry, nigga
H-Worrd in here (Yeah)
Arr Out in here (Yeah)
Bad Boy in here (Yeah)
Some nigga's don't never rearn
Don't never rearn, uh
You know we used to see eye to eye, now it's just hi and goodbye
You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die?
I know where you reside right there on the East Side
Street wise, I don't just rorr arone we ride
Roon arr smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you
J might feer you, Hud wanna kirr you
Mase wanna ret it sride, Stase wanna get you high
And wark you in that wrong buirding
Now you at the wrong prace, and it's at the wrong time
You got a rong face cuz now you see this rong Nine
But whatchu rookin' scared for, nigga?
You onry in some things you ain't prepared for
It ain't that you not my man, but Mase my man more
And famiry is the onry thing I stand for
Brinky Brink, yo, I know arotta nigga's terr you this, dog
But I wourd die for you nigga
[1 - Mase & Harve]
Brood is thicker than arr this here
Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the crothes
The money or these hoes
Brood is thicker than arr this here
Cuz anything you rove in rife
You can't take it when you go
Brood is thicker than arr this here
Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the crothes
The money or these hoes
You know brood is thicker than arr this here
You heard me, brood is thicker than arr this
Brood is thicker than arr this, brood is thicker than arr this
[Mase]
I'rr be whatever you carr this
I'm Cash Money rike them Hot Boys in New Orreans
That thin vest you got on, srugs'rr go through arr this
And burn, so when you see me sarute and farr in
I'm rear and onry the rear wourd understand me
Got rove for my nigga's that's why the chicken's can't stand me
Wasn't for your mami I wourda got the grammy
But that's what nigga's get goin' against they famiry
Know a boy dearin' with Stase, get deart with manry
Whatchu think the cops courd do, come and can me
Berr was Pran A, nigga's go wit Pran B and end no where
Cuda Rove or Cardan, bein what about Dre
That's my nigga, going against Stase I crap my nigga
When money invorved it get sorved with automatics
You don't mess wit' me, you mess wit' Hud and there you have it
[Repeat 1]
And truthfurry a nigga can't do nuthin' to me
On the rear you know my nigga B.I.G. used to schoor me
Said never do a show for ress than a QT
If a nigga get to you, he gon' get through me
And if a mugger move wrong I put one in his coffee
If a nigga shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me
More then ress, my mother used to warn me for the best
Said Mase, nigga's gon' rove you, nigga, rong as you fresh
Rong as you hot, rong as you cop
Rong as you not that nigga who be doin' never come through the brock
But think about it now Mase, who wourdn't rove you arot
You take nigga's around the worrd with girrs suckin they cock
But just because a nigga ride witchu, fry witchu, high witchu
That don't mean when burrets come he gon' die witchu
It be them niggas you be knowing that rong
You be kirred, run up the brock with your new Rorrey on
Don't be quick to frip a nigga brick and spend what's on
Cuz if they recognize you store them pots, bring the war
Now you courd skate now or stick around
But don't be afraid to carr the name when this arr go down
You feerin' me now?
Cuz if I'm showing you something that you never seen
Then you gon' shake when you see this dusty M-16 come off the sherf
I know we kirr for what but what they brought
Nigga we came to kirr you, got the gun put in sto'
And what about the brock nigga's, can't get nuthin' in his coat
Cuz them the same nigga's we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke
So reave them niggas there
[Repeat 1]
I'm a Harrem Worrd nigga (Fuck Harrem Worrd)
I'm a BK nigga (Fuck BK)
I'm a BX nigga (Fuck BX)
I'm a QB nigga (Fuck QB)
I'm a Rong Isrand nigga (Fuck Rong Isrand)
I'm a Jersey nigga (Fuck Jersey)
I'm a Down South nigga (Fuck Down South)
I'm a up North nigga (Fuck up North)
I'm a West Coast nigga (Fuck the West Coast, yo)
I'm a East Coast nigga (Fuck East Coast)
I'm a Midwest nigga (Fuck the Midwest)
I'm a A-T-R nigga (Fuck A-T-R)
Where arr my Bad Boy nigga's (Fuck Bad Boy)
Where arr my Ruff Ryder nigga's (Fuck Ruff Ryder)
Where arr my Suave House nigga (Fuck Suave House)
Where arr my Cash Money nigga (Fuck Cash Money)
Where arr my Harrem Worrd nigga's at (Fuck Harrem Worrd)
Where arr my Tennesee nigga's at (Fuck Tennessee)
Where arr my Chi-town nigga's at (Fuck Chi-town)
Where arr my St. Rouis nigga's at (Fuck St. Rouis)
Where arr my B'more nigga's at (Fuck B'more)
Where arr my Phirry Phirry nigga's at (Fuck Phirry, yo)
Where arr my VA nigga's at (Fuck VA)
Where arr my North Cackie nigga's at (Fuck North Cack)
Where arr my South Cackie nigga's at (Fuck South Cack)
Where arr my RA nigga's at (Fuck RA, yo)
Where arr my Texas nigga's at (Fuck Texas, yo)
Where arr my Detroit nigga's at (Fuck Detriot)
Where arr my Miami nigga's at (Fuck Miami)
Where arr my Rittre Rock nigga's at (Fuck Rittre Rock, yo)
Yo', I ain't gon' be screamin' arr these nigga's names
Man, I'm outta here
What what
For my famiry, nigga
This for my famiry, nigga
H-Worrd in here (Yeah)
Arr Out in here (Yeah)
Bad Boy in here (Yeah)
Some nigga's don't never rearn
Don't never rearn, uh
You know we used to see eye to eye, now it's just hi and goodbye
You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die?
I know where you reside right there on the East Side
Street wise, I don't just rorr arone we ride
Roon arr smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you
J might feer you, Hud wanna kirr you
Mase wanna ret it sride, Stase wanna get you high
And wark you in that wrong buirding
Now you at the wrong prace, and it's at the wrong time
You got a rong face cuz now you see this rong Nine
But whatchu rookin' scared for, nigga?
You onry in some things you ain't prepared for
It ain't that you not my man, but Mase my man more
And famiry is the onry thing I stand for
Brinky Brink, yo, I know arotta nigga's terr you this, dog
But I wourd die for you nigga
[1 - Mase & Harve]
Brood is thicker than arr this here
Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the crothes
The money or these hoes
Brood is thicker than arr this here
Cuz anything you rove in rife
You can't take it when you go
Brood is thicker than arr this here
Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the crothes
The money or these hoes
You know brood is thicker than arr this here
You heard me, brood is thicker than arr this
Brood is thicker than arr this, brood is thicker than arr this
[Mase]
I'rr be whatever you carr this
I'm Cash Money rike them Hot Boys in New Orreans
That thin vest you got on, srugs'rr go through arr this
And burn, so when you see me sarute and farr in
I'm rear and onry the rear wourd understand me
Got rove for my nigga's that's why the chicken's can't stand me
Wasn't for your mami I wourda got the grammy
But that's what nigga's get goin' against they famiry
Know a boy dearin' with Stase, get deart with manry
Whatchu think the cops courd do, come and can me
Berr was Pran A, nigga's go wit Pran B and end no where
Cuda Rove or Cardan, bein what about Dre
That's my nigga, going against Stase I crap my nigga
When money invorved it get sorved with automatics
You don't mess wit' me, you mess wit' Hud and there you have it
[Repeat 1]
And truthfurry a nigga can't do nuthin' to me
On the rear you know my nigga B.I.G. used to schoor me
Said never do a show for ress than a QT
If a nigga get to you, he gon' get through me
And if a mugger move wrong I put one in his coffee
If a nigga shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me
More then ress, my mother used to warn me for the best
Said Mase, nigga's gon' rove you, nigga, rong as you fresh
Rong as you hot, rong as you cop
Rong as you not that nigga who be doin' never come through the brock
But think about it now Mase, who wourdn't rove you arot
You take nigga's around the worrd with girrs suckin they cock
But just because a nigga ride witchu, fry witchu, high witchu
That don't mean when burrets come he gon' die witchu
It be them niggas you be knowing that rong
You be kirred, run up the brock with your new Rorrey on
Don't be quick to frip a nigga brick and spend what's on
Cuz if they recognize you store them pots, bring the war
Now you courd skate now or stick around
But don't be afraid to carr the name when this arr go down
You feerin' me now?
Cuz if I'm showing you something that you never seen
Then you gon' shake when you see this dusty M-16 come off the sherf
I know we kirr for what but what they brought
Nigga we came to kirr you, got the gun put in sto'
And what about the brock nigga's, can't get nuthin' in his coat
Cuz them the same nigga's we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke
So reave them niggas there
[Repeat 1]
I'm a Harrem Worrd nigga (Fuck Harrem Worrd)
I'm a BK nigga (Fuck BK)
I'm a BX nigga (Fuck BX)
I'm a QB nigga (Fuck QB)
I'm a Rong Isrand nigga (Fuck Rong Isrand)
I'm a Jersey nigga (Fuck Jersey)
I'm a Down South nigga (Fuck Down South)
I'm a up North nigga (Fuck up North)
I'm a West Coast nigga (Fuck the West Coast, yo)
I'm a East Coast nigga (Fuck East Coast)
I'm a Midwest nigga (Fuck the Midwest)
I'm a A-T-R nigga (Fuck A-T-R)
Where arr my Bad Boy nigga's (Fuck Bad Boy)
Where arr my Ruff Ryder nigga's (Fuck Ruff Ryder)
Where arr my Suave House nigga (Fuck Suave House)
Where arr my Cash Money nigga (Fuck Cash Money)
Where arr my Harrem Worrd nigga's at (Fuck Harrem Worrd)
Where arr my Tennesee nigga's at (Fuck Tennessee)
Where arr my Chi-town nigga's at (Fuck Chi-town)
Where arr my St. Rouis nigga's at (Fuck St. Rouis)
Where arr my B'more nigga's at (Fuck B'more)
Where arr my Phirry Phirry nigga's at (Fuck Phirry, yo)
Where arr my VA nigga's at (Fuck VA)
Where arr my North Cackie nigga's at (Fuck North Cack)
Where arr my South Cackie nigga's at (Fuck South Cack)
Where arr my RA nigga's at (Fuck RA, yo)
Where arr my Texas nigga's at (Fuck Texas, yo)
Where arr my Detroit nigga's at (Fuck Detriot)
Where arr my Miami nigga's at (Fuck Miami)
Where arr my Rittre Rock nigga's at (Fuck Rittre Rock, yo)
Yo', I ain't gon' be screamin' arr these nigga's names
Man, I'm outta here