DD Osama, Jstar Balla & JayKlickin – Da Real Brotherly Love (Instrumental) (Prod. By Yo Jay)

[Intro: JStar Balla & Bobby Caldwell]
It was nights I had to trap at the park
Totin’ on Sally this shit got a bark
You’ve tried everything, but you won’t give up

[Verse 1: JayKlickin]
Late at night on that block, it was risky
Know some niggas really tryna get me
.380 gon’ blow if he movin’ too mixy
Up a knock and I’m doin’ it quickly
Notti live on, me and DD gon’ carry your name
Since you died I been goin’ insane
You can see in my eyes I’m a devil of fame
We was creepin’, fiendin’, put a opp on a chain
And I’m back, and I’m better
Jack the opps I’ma up it and light
We be outside no matter the weather
The chop in my pocket be feelin’ the pressure
And these niggas thеy know what I’m on
Why they actin’ like we don’t pеrform
I throw eight, DD throw eight more
Like, yeah I said, they know what we on
Notti I got you, I’m your brothers keeper, underneath you
Ghetto angel, like why did you leave us?
‘Posed to be me, you, DD in a Beamer, in a Beamer
Niggas hatin’ like they ain’t believe us
EBK, Mr. Keeping-That-Squeeze-Tucked
(Notti I got you, I’m your brothers keeper, underneath you
Ghetto angel, like)
[Verse 2: JStar Balla]
Lately I ain’t been feelin’ the same
We caught a opp, through ’em in a strain
I mix the grabba with the MaryJane
I do it for Notti, y’all could keep the fame
Hope you proud of us bro ’cause we litty
Since you left we been runnin’ the city
Whole lot of hate, so I keep me a .50
And DD a star, now shit a lil’ mixy
From the start, always had it just needed the spark
It was nights I had to trap at the park
Totin’ on Sally this shit got a bark, grahh
And we made it, told my mama “I got you, we sanctioned”
Remember them times recordin’ in that basement
Got to stay out the way and stay dangerous

[Interlude: Bobby Caldwell]
Do for love, you’ve tried everything, but you won’t give up

[Verse 3: DD Osama]
Ayo Notti, yeah we made it
I’m a big star, so I move a lil’ famous
Stay with the killers, they right beside me
In case a pussy nigga try to try me
Call up the Makks they gon’ slide with the knocks
Bend blocks while sippin’ on Wock
Call a opp thot, she gon’ come to the spot
I’ll make sure the whole gang get top
And if she the line, she gon’ die with the opps
We do her like (Shh), one shot to her top
Three opps got packed, in the islands
Smokin’ some jets this shit got landed, grahh
Yeah, they mad ’cause I throw up the O
But fuck it, it go how it go
Lil’ Notti threw eight, threw fifteen more
When we bend through they blocks, tell ’em “Throw, throw, throw”
(Lil’ Notti threw eight, threw fifteen more
When we bend through they blocks, tell ’em “Throw, throw, throw”)
[Outro: Bobby Caldwell]
You’ve tried everything, but you won’t give up
In my world, only you
Make me do for love what I would not do