Raekwon

Raekwon - Brother's Keeper lyrics

(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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