BROTHER PAC - Detroit Red Lyrics

This is the part of the show where the main character knows it's now or forever he won't
This is the part of the show where Bruce Banner decides to reveal he's the Incredible Hulk
Pardon my disappearance the comic books will explain it
Part of this appearance I'm giving you was created
All by God, through me, hallelujah
Brother PAC, no camera but I'll shoot ya

Gotta little bit of money now
Please God I don't ever wanna run out
Sun of light, sun of light
I'm the reason why the sun out
Oh he so nervous huh
I'm the reason why his gun out
How she so nasty wit me
I'm the reason why her tongue out

I'm bout to go Detroit Red
Tell me 'what's cracking daddy yo?' I know we just met
We plottin' on the patio we some stick up kids
Except we runnin' into labels cause we seen those checks
Looking for a joint venture, it's on me we bet
What's the numbers after profit? Let me see that shit
Nowadays there's hella options, where you see me fit
You know I'm bound to bring it live and direct as 3D get
You know I gotta bring my niggas I get rowdy wit them
"The Suns Out!" but I get a little cloudy wit them
Ducking five, tinted windows
Pay the fine, for the rental
The hotbox would put Iron Mike outtie for ten
And I drink more liquor than NORE & EFN
Let's make some f*cking noise
My baby know she a ten
It's crazy to see my past
It's trippy to know the end
If you know, then you know, I'll never be ME again

Before there was Malcolm
There was a hex on that brother
Before I drop an album
I gotta see red on that muhf*cka
Meaning everything bled on that muhfuka
Leaving everything dead on that muhfuka
Have you calling your bestie liiiiike,
"Have you heard what he said on that muhfukaaaaa?"

Gotta little bit of money now
Please God I don't ever wanna run out
Sun of light, sun of light
I'm the reason why the sun out
Oh he so nervous huh
I'm the reason why his gun out
How she so nasty wit me
I'm the reason why her tongue out


For years I've been the source of your light
I'm about to black out mama
Though I know how I'm living ain't right
It's too late to back out mama
But you say there's no limits in life
Maybe I'll come back down mama
And when I beg for forgiveness from Christ
He'll think of my black, proud mama
More money, the evil, the route, the cash
I'ma
Pay attention on ways to triple the stack
I'ma
Play the game, it's funny, to me I laugh
I'ma
Young nigga from the south, holla back
I'ma
Show these niggas who's bad, mike jack
I'ma
Represent thats on my mothaf*ckin tatt
I'ma
Start a riot in the office, who is that?
I'ma
Storyteller from '92, Brother PAC

Somethings rising I can't help myself
Some things die and somethings live to tell
Somethings rising I can't help myself
Some things die and somethings live to tell