Raekwon

Raekwon - Brother's Keeper lyrics

rate me

(feat. Nas) [Raekwon:] I flip the bronze e, watching King Kong in the palm Smoke alotta cheeba, chilling, cuz it's all about marketing Hold the mic, I'm hogging it, handle the goose shit Word up, mixing the true shit, my niggas'll shoot shit Trees lean, we get it tight, we get fucked right We up in the telly, lighting up with the crack light My mind calculation, attract like I'm counting peso's Out in turban caco's with some fake ho's The bling swing, a many mansion, a break phantom Floating through the town on some old new improved shit Swerve coming through shit, vandals in coupe shit, yo Animal blue shit, my scramblers move with A kingley, getting blunted to nine hundred Floating through the town on some old -- Coming through the town on some old -- [Chorus: Nas (Raekwon)] Turn up the mics, (the world is mine The world is, the world is, the world is mine) Turn up the mics (yeah, the whole world is mine) [Nas:] I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches Feed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff films Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes My cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it low St. Barts rent a house and a boat Two hundred thou' on my throat That's only half of what my wife ice cost Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost Well, wipin' sand off of my toes Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme To make me and Bump Knux more rich Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team He tryin to buy G-force with missile launchers Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us C-4's better I'm callin up some B-More killers To come and bleed you As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die You washed up, fuck your people Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer's disease We the new breed, nigga, turn up the mics [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, you know where I'm from, I'm from Staten Island, man Word up, ya'll know it as Shaolin, I call it Staten Island, man Cuz niggas get they legs broke, when they try to front, man Fuck it, he rhyme? He talking shit, let's break his fingers, man Can't write no more, word up, we specialize in choking niggas Throwing niggas in cars, driving off and shit Open the door on your ass, you know how them Pontiac days went

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