Together

Ah!

If you keep the house in the family, you can keep the family in the house

If you on the run, you got family in the South

We used to watch "Annie, Are You Okay?" on the couch

My cousin used to slam me 'til I punched him in the mouth

My auntie used to cook for 20 people every week

My uncle in the basement, even if they never speak

He come up, grab a beer, sometime he kiss her on the cheek

Know how to fix a plate, and fix a bike and fix a leak

Fried catfish, bootleg Madea plays

Nosy auntie like, "Let me see your grades"

Smart auntie like, "I could tutor him"

Crazy auntie like, "If they fail him, I'ma shoot at them"

Small donations under false names and pseudonyms

Family pots for school clothes

Get the uniform, not the cool clothes

Havin' no drip like the pool closed

'Least I had a jacket, some of the kids at the school froze

If you not in the buildin', it's gettin' bulldozed

Gotta keep the crib, man

Gotta keep a spot for all the lil' cousins to live in

Gotta keep a spot in case somebody get sick

'Cause if one of us get on, then everybody get rich

We gotta stick together

And lookin' at the puzzle, we gotta fit together

And lookin' at the struggle, we gotta lift together

And not just on the holidays, we gotta get together

It's either now or never, gotta get this shit together

It's not the Yacht Club, but you should see the waves

When we float through the block club

Neighbors on they yard like they locked up

Kids in the street like Bud Biliken

Old man used to be a Panther, thug militant, community policin'

Barbecue two trays, a Harold's 50 piece and

Lemon pepper, onion powder, garlic powder seasoning

Four square killa man, slapboxin', teasin'

Cacklin', kekeing, crackin' up, wheezin'

This the homebase

You gotta watch 'em, they'll right time ya at the wrong place

If you on your celly phone more than a phone case

They'll take the crib to go, slide on ya home plate

We need CBA, CBA, CBA Barry

Before they build another golf course, library

Or send a eminent domain to Miss Mary

It's gonna get scary, young Jeffery, young Larry

We gotta stick together

And lookin' at the puzzle, we gotta fit together

And lookin' at the struggle, we gotta lift together

And not just on the holidays, we gotta get together

It's either now or never, gotta get this shit together

Real, real hip-hip hop music from the soul, y'all

Real, real hip-hip hop music from the soul, y'all

Real hip-hip-hop, hip-hop music from the soul, y'all

Real hip-hop music from the-from the-from the soul, y'all

(Ah!)