Brother Ali Dorian Lyrics:
"Yo it's your neighbour from across the hall
man, I just wanna holla at you for a minute...

"Here we are in the apartment corridor,
Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to
you. I don't get up in my neighbours business
normally right, But yo these thin ass walls got
everything leakin' through Now first thing's
first, I don't judge you for the weed smoke But I
can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please
dont" And it's not once or twice, but every
damn night Man there's somethin' goin' on up in
here that ain't right Now, man to man, I can
understand They like to stress a brotha out, man
we cuss each other out But you crossin the line by
puttin your hands on 'em Ain't nobody ever told
you not to hit a damn woman? Boy, I can tell that
my presence was painfull Breathin' truth down his
neck it must have felt like a strangle His eyes
flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around He's
used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em
down..."

"....See this is specifically why I left the
pistol in the linen closet Pullin' this shit, if
he was taller I woulda went and got it Damnit man,
I'm in the right and I'm civilized But little boys
really ain't used to bein' criticized First off
scooter, take the bass out your voice I'm
respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choice
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Here and, understand it's only once that I warn
you Make a move, make a threat, I'll make it rain
knuckles on you I ain't a woman or a baby dawg,
I'm out of your league My wife heard us gettin'
loud so she's prayin' for peace She's stuck her
head down on some keep your temper shit Little man
gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your
business bitch" Ha, now that's sweet, just
what I needed it, it seemed that He invited my
right fist for a party on his left cheek I didn't
mean to seem rude so I accepted, But arrived a
half a second early, right cross connected - Oh,
staggered him, just by taggin' him, Mr. tough guy,
one punch bring out the fag in him Little man
could make moves that I couldn't, He cut and tried
to foot it, now how should I put it I stood at
full posture and swatted him down the staircase
Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their
place Airport style, the second one take off, the
next one land Learn some respect young man He
glanced down for the brick on the ground, Fist
still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown
He's in the jaws of the most turbulent blitz in
the world So fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight you're
hittin' the ground I said somebody need to beat
your ass, And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I
can only do half And while his mellon swell up, a
police cruiser pull up He hopped out all puffed up
with the holster of his gun up Ready to protect
and serve, And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if
you're testin' his nerves He helped the
wife-beater stand up, But not before he helped
Brother Ali into some handcuffs And you can
imagine my surprise, When his girl came down the
stairs with tears in her eyes And a phone in her
hand, holdin' her man Damn that was not the
plan...
Lyrics: Dorian, Brother Ali [end]