Dj Kay Slay
Dj Kay Slay - My Brothers Keeper songtekst
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[Intro:] Hussein, Jersey block, braaaa [Verse:] Yeah, I pop a top down, blaze a snapback You look hungry, nigga, betta reed yo crack bag The belly of the beast is empty, we starvin' Niggas got they history messy, P. Marvin Sneak thru they dreams, ‘stead of rackin' up chase news Killaz out there tryna be fearce, so I'm replacin' ‘em Had to write the serial number, I'm defacin' ‘em Niggas lost they Grammy award, they third basin' ‘em What's left venom, I'mma beat it out ‘em I broke my first bamboo and rode the reed upon the Beat it album Ever since, dim we ride, nigga, You pro'ly thuggin' in a small ass town, probably high, nigga The kids lost, ain't leadin' ‘em right These so called ogs ain't feedin' ‘em right A'ight? Trap to cop the niggas down like a G top ‘em Bloodshots, feather that ass just like a peacock Hot, flame on legend, Jersey block Russian roulette with my name on seven, The ugly caterpillar right before the butterfly, 45 rockin' to sleep, singin' my lullaby [Hook:] Everybody lookin' fo' change, but ain't changin' Yung niggas lookin' fo' gangs, but ain't bangin' Soft niggas lookin' fo' cops, but they tellin' Sittin' down, ready to snitch, I mean yellin' [Verse:] Too hard fo' the radio, they don't play this This the kind of hip-hop, these niggas don't make this Forgot about the struggle, and niggas in the cages Finna take it back to Adidas with no laces We just spittin' out rhymes, or spittin' out razors Niggas still mad, I can see it in they faces Shine without diamonds, outlaw's anics Black Rolls cruise from the crack to the projects Dope so good, make your baby mama nose bleed They appreciate this shit more overseas Uncut, untampered with, remember? Az told you niggas life's a bitch Remember? Tuck D. Told you bitches, pump yo fence All my G rapsters still on this road to the wretched hip-hop In it's truest form, sway Puma's on Who stay right there with the (???) The noble outlaw, Machiavelli trend, and I'm from a choose crew Like big daddy Kay. Courtesy of Slay, this is strictly for the streets Ain't no peace till my niggas get a piece. Come on! [Bridge:] Ride wid us, or collide wid us, it's as simple as that fo' me and my niggas We train war stories, outlaws on the ride, jealous niggas I despise Look at my eyes, come on! [Verse:] Let's get is unplugged, one slug is one thug That gun love, run drugs with yung thugs When the drugs come, slug son, the rocks come With the snob done, till I saw the plug one Listen, dum dum, know what hood I come from?! I come with a hunit niggas, that's my plus one Run up on these lil' college niggas from thrust funds Nas get one mike? I don't really want one Back at ‘em, back at ‘em, we strap at ‘em I clock back, I click click click clock at ‘em I snap at ‘em, I ride a tele tech at ‘em And back paddle, yo, lemme get a crack at ‘em Back stab ‘em, cut ‘em up, hash tag ‘em Walkin' out the bank with blunts and cash draggin' Garbage truck got my name, I trash bang ‘em (???) You betta keep steppin', we keep rubbers to keep thrumpin' You got three seconds: 3 2 1 We got Kay Slays, three Glocks, tree sweepers Ace Ks, blowin' up, heat seekers Betta make way, betta pardon the ak My game's honest, no more blunts in the A trays Throw that piece of pine, cut a nigga up eight ways Last 48, you won't be found for eight days We kickin' doors in, closed doors get forced in This a caution, pay up, extortion! Or get tossed in, winners get bossed in Or get tossed out the plank, or in a cross win Paw! Step fingers, doublecross a nigga Gun in yo hand, don't make me force you niggas Come with the bread, or it's gonna cost you niggas Take you to the roof, jump! Chris Cross you niggas