My Brother’s Keeper

Lyrics

[Intro: Hussein] Hussein, Jersey Block, braaaa [Verse 1: Hussein] Yeah, I pop up, top down, blaze a snapback You look hungry, nigga, better raise your crack pack The belly of the beast is empty, we starving Niggas got the history Messy Pete Marvin Sleep bleak dreams, gotta waking up, chase them These killers out here trying to get fear, so I'm replace them My habit like a serial number, I'm defacing them Niggas lost their Grammy Award at third baseman What's left in them, I'ma beat it out them I rolled my first bamboo and broke the weed upon I beat it album Have since when we ride, nigga You prolly thuggin' in this small ass town, somewhere high nigga The kids lost, they ain't lead them right All these so called O.G.'s, ain't feedin' them right, aight? Chop to cut them niggas down like a G-Top But buckshot, 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 rocking to sleep, singing a lullaby [Chorus: Hussein] Everybody lookin' for changes, but ain't changin' Young niggas lookin' for gangs, but ain't bangin' Soft niggas lookin' for cops, and they tellin' Sittin' down, ready to snitch, I mean yellin' [Verse 2: Young Noble] We're too hard for the radio. Slay, don't play this This the kind of hip-hop, these niggas don't make this Stay forgot about the struggle, and niggas in the cages Finna take it back to Adidas with no laces We just spitting out rhymes, or spitting out razors Niggas still mad, I can see it in their faces Shine without diamonds, Outlawz and Onyx Black rose grew from the cracks in the projects Dope so good, make your baby mama nosebleed They appreciate this shit more overseas Uncut, untampered with Remember AZ told you niggas "Life's a bitch" Remember Chuck D. told you niggas "Pump ya fist" All my G rappers still on this road to the riches Hip-hop in it's truest form, Sway Puma's on Hussein right there with the Ruger armed Chor Noble, outlaw, Makaveli trend And I'm from a Juice Crew like Big Daddy Kane Courtesy of Slay, this is strictly for the streets Ain't no peace till my niggas get a piece. Come on! [Bridge] Ride with us, or collide with us It's as simple as that for me and my niggas We trading war stories, Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes [Verse 3: Fredro Starr & Sticky Fingaz] Let's get it unplugged, one slug is one thug Get that gun love, run drugs with young thugs When the drugs come, slug son, the rocks come With the snob gun, till I saw the plug one Listen, dumb dumb, know what hood I come from?! I come with a hundred niggas, that's my plus one Run up on these little college niggas for thrust funds Nas need one mic, I only need one gun! We back at 'em, black at 'em, we strap at 'em I cock back, I click click click clack at 'em I snap at 'em, I ride a terror at 'em And back pad them, yo, let me get a crack at 'em Back stab 'em, cut 'em up, hash tag 'em Walking out the bank with bags a cash dragging The garbage truck come Monday, I trash bag them My lil game: Sho'nuff, The Last Dragon You better keep stepping, we keep rubbers to keep repping You got three seconds: 3, 2, 1 We got Kay Slay's, three Glocks, Street Sweepers HK's blowing out, heat seekers Better make way, better pardon the AK My game is wildest, spill more bloods than Eight Tray Throw that piece of pie, cut a nigga up eight ways Last 48, you won't be found for eight days We kicking doors in, closed doors get forced in This is a caution, pay up, extortion Or get tossed in, winners get bossed in Or get tossed out the plane go in a crosswind Huh! Stick Fingaz, double cross a niggas Gun in your hand, don't make me force you, niggas I come for the bread, it's gonna cost you, niggas Take you to the roof, jump! Kris Kross you niggas