KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Brothers Keeper 2 lyrics

[KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Brothers Keeper 2 lyrics]

True housing authority figure
Had them Sony headphones
Blasting 'Priority' Jigga
LOX back when it was
Lick shots at intruders
Take your 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 manoeuvre
Whoever sees an adi
I'll be out there with the boomer
Float around with the troopers
Dating all at Peter Lugers
Everything was at steak
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 marshalls 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 on that cover
What 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

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 their 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 Joe
'll on the court, nigga this pick and roll
Still got birds in the tuck
To duck the pigeon hole
I gave niggas a style, they ran with it
I listen, I'm hearing my child spitting
Your dad get it
You're killing 'em 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, cruiser Camaro
Getting mucho dinero with my brother
We used to be the four-headed monster
Now it's just the two of us, build with us
Real niggas
Put the brokehead 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

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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