Naughty by Nature feat. Jaheim & Balewa Muhammad Flags Lyrics

Anthem Inc. Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Anthem Inc. Intro
  • 2 Naughty Nation
  • 3 Throw It Up CD
  • 4 I Gotta Lotta
  • 5 Perfect Party
  • 6 Flags
  • 7 Name Game (Remember)
  • 8 Lovin' U More
  • 9 Gunz & Butta
  • 10 I Know What It's Like
  • 11 Ride
  • 12 Impeach the Planet
  • 13 Doozit
  • 14 Uptown Anthem (20th Anniversary version)
  • 15 Hip Hop Hooray (20th Anniversary version)
  • 16 O.P.P. (20th Anniversary version)
  • 17 Feel Me Flow (20th Anniversary version)
  • 18 Everything's Gonna Be Alright (20th Anniversary version)
  • 19 Perfect Party (instrumental)
  • 20 Name Game (Remember) (instrumental)
  • 21 God Is Us (instrumental)
  • [Hook: Bilal]
    Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad
    Cold on the streets, gotta keep my bang to the bang back
    So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, thorougly
    That's all we have

    [Verse 1: Jaihem]
    Father if you still listening, we hope our prayers make it up to heaven
    If we fall then we're not forgotten don't let our lil' brothers end up like we did
    Let them grow up and get a job
    Don't let them grow up behind bars, trying to be hard
    Oh, Father can you swiffen my feet
    Repping the wrong colour on the wrong street with no heat
    Rocking hickies and truckers, bandannas my brothers
    My haters or lovers we still got each other
    We twist our hands up and pull our pants up
    Walk this way throw your flag and your setup

    [Hook]
    Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad
    Cold on the streets, they bang so we got to bang back
    So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, my family thorougly
    That's all we have
    You gotta cook the beef or you don’t eat
    That’s why we fly our flags

    [Verse 2: Treach]

    I heard you mob and you're moody, you jacking for jewellery
    You banging and beasting with your tats and your toolies
    Banging for bounty you're too young for the nineties
    Are you dumping with the G-Reps or jumping in the county
    Shooting by the roof and scraping is what's happening
    Niggas real and 'bout it so [Gun Onomatopoeia] and they cracking
    If you going out tonight get your pistol and your rifle
    Pray to the father and sell your soul to the cycle
    You coming nigga, listen no bouncing and no bitching
    Cooking by the kitchen, flags and finger flipping
    Living without growing, killing without blowing
    This gang is a gun it's either given or chosen
    Trying to get the trigger strapped, trying to get these niggas back
    Worst part of the deal it won't help bring our nigga back
    Tell your babies that you love her, kiss your mama before you leave her
    Hug her like you need her, cause it might be the last time you might see her

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Treach]
    The streets are so slick, they’re greasy, as the needy feed the needy
    Easy to murder if you’re hungry or greedy, gang sets in grafitti
    I mean, we mean like Eeedie, I mean, I mean I finna' a track a treaty
    Take my warrants to Tahiti
    Throw up your flags like soccer, nothing but war on TV
    R.I.P Appache up in heaven in a platinum TP
    Aggressive is the message, No lessons without the effort
    Bang bang live by the gun, dye by the gun, it's a flag thing

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