Dj Kay Slay – My Brothers Keeper

Feat ONYX & The Outlawz

Hussein, Jersey block, braaaa

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

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’

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!

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!

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

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