paroles de chanson Brothers Keeper 2 - Joell Ortiz , KXNG Crooked

Hasami

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 in... man, y'all know the rest
Now these cowards make threats on computers
Whole bunch of losers try and 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 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 EBT, it's 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

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 they video shoot
All they hoes digging us, coulda 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 Joell 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', 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, 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 'head 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 kinda 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