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Brothers Keeper 2 Lyrics - Artist : Joell Ortiz
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[Joell Ortiz:] True housing authority figure Had them Sony headphones blasting Priority Jigga L-O-X back when it was, "Lick shots at intruders Take the coke money and invest it", man, y'all know the rest Now these cowards make threats on computers Whole bunch of losers trying to tell us they got shooters Heard they drop a pin, if you thorough, you maneuver Whoever sends an addy, I'll be out there with the boomer Rode around with the troopers, deadin' all that Peter Luger's Everything was at stake, but I was A1 with the Ruger Had nuggets on the block like Jokic Looking for that dope, I'll show you where a good ten is like Djokovic, don't over sniff Fuck music, this is really what I did Long before Slaughterhouse, I was dealing with the pigs And the marshals padlocking when the rent ain't what it is Welcome to our house, where we can't get into the crib No BET cyphers in The Basement with the crew Just EBTs, hyper when the payments going through Thought I was rapping to escape that, now that I escaped I'm still rapping, guess it ain't that, guess I just like to make that Head-nod music, break your neck, yeah, embrace that Pick any beat, I can set it off like tape decks Showed you on that cover with the government cheese We out for presidents, get used to just my brother and me Still my brother's keeper Me and my brother, just my brother and me Still my brother's keeper Me and my brother, just my brother and me [KXNG Crooked:] On my come up, rappers wouldn't rap with me Said I wasn't big enough Wouldn't even invite me and my crew to their video shoot All they hoes digging us Could've had my shooters shut it down, get it lit for ya Hip-hop, I live for ya, that's why I was chilling, though That's what they didn't know, criminal, now I'm bout to kill 'em slow Me and Joelll on the court, nigga, this pick and roll Still got birds in the tuck to duck the pigeonhole I gave niggas a style, they ran with it I listen, I'm hearing my child spitting, your dad get it You're killing them writtens, you're moving your syllables different (Word) I know you know I'm just saying in case your fans didn't It's Crooked, and don't forget where you learned it Nah, on second thought, that ain't the shit I'm concerned with They cremated my loyalty, my niggas just burned it Guess that's a different way to say a nigga should earn it Shit was different in that east side shack My father lied to me when he said he'd be right back That led to my brother Crippin', he said he'd see right cat That led to me owning rappers, trying to be like Smack When I target markets, I'ma let my truth be the arrow Shooting like a Uzi, the barrel press your Gucci apparel Going through to the marrow, the modern-day Nubian Pharaoh King Khufu cruise a Camaro, getting mucho dinero with my brother We used to be the four-headed monster Now it's just the two of us, Bill Withers, real niggas Put the PRO-Ked to your forehead, we go ahead and stomp ya Poetic mantras, po' up the flow up in your conscious (Rap about it) I wonder "What the hell are we building?" I guess the universe knew, so did Elliott Wilson (On God) Sorry for bringing up that cover again But it's kind of spooky, I'm standing with my brother again [Joell Ortiz:] Still my brother's keeper Me and my brother, just my brother and me Still my brother's keeper Me and my brother, just my brother and me |
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