Letra My brothers keeper Lloyd Banks

My brothers keeper

[Intro:]
YEAH!

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down.
BLAOW! [gunshot] - How you like a nigga now?
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...)
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with runnin' wild (yeah!)
Ridin' round town in a couple hundred thou'! (thou...)

[Verse 1:]
Right back with another one; type back to my number, son
I don't trust my kinfolk; it's like that where I'm comin' from. (yeah!)
South Jamaica's number one, I'm semen and they bubble gum
Semen in ya baby mom, she has an undercover fund. (uuuh!)
Keep a pretty broad around, Magnum when it come to them
Imagine what they do to roll, grabbin' and pursue the pole.
Arrogant with too much gold (whoooo!) actually ya puma old
Show me the money dog, Cuba Gooding Jr. roll!
Movin' like a goonie so the jealousy don't move me much, (naah!)
Militant manuvering and Buddha with the windows up.
Foot on the pedal, heavy pushin' like they after me,
Coulda' been dead already. - He got another path for me!
Niggas ain't half of me, they half lame, half hoe! (hoe!)
It's big names in this rap game, they rats though!
I'm 'bout cashflow, fuckin' and recording (uh!)
And get snow fly! - That's like jumpin' over Jordan. (shit!)

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down.
BLAOW! - How you like a nigga now? (huh?)
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...)
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with runnin' wild (uh!)
Ridin' round town in a couple hundred thou'!

[Verse 2:]
See me with the money, niggas need me in a hurry
I'm as grimey as it gets. (yeah!) - And believe me they been worried.
I'm a one man army! - James Bond with' the bars!
With' collateral! - I can change cars with' the stars. (yeah!)
A phenomenon, first thing I did when I got the paper
Put my mama on - now I'm gone - on Bahama lawn! (whoo!)
I'm Montana strong, I did it, that's who
Get in my way, I'll crumble 'em word to my tattoos. (ssss!)
Fuck authority, they want a nigga life stripped
Penitentiary vice grip - and hit with the night stick.
Stuck with the ice pick, I'd rather have a nice flip
Saggin' out the white whip, Manhattan like tonight shit! (whoo!)
Braggin' rights and white chicks! - Havin' nights and flight trips,
Made a complete life switch, stumble onto the right pitch. (YEAH!)
Rounds on you! - I made the PL Crown, remain the proud owner
Ya been dead! - Sniff! - Foul odor. (uh!) {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down.
BLAOW! - How you like a nigga now?
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...)
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with' runnin' wild
Ridin' 'round town in a couple hundred thou'!

[Verse 3:]
Hop out in the ghetto, fingers rocked out with the metal
With' my angel! - She spend all her time watchin' the devil. (yeah!)
I'm a rebel! - On foreign level - my flow is Jupiter
Thousands of times stupider (uh!) thousands outta the Coupe for ya. (uh!)
Yeah! - All that soft shit in the toilet soon
I don't wanna collab - FUCK ya'll on auto-tune! (yeah!)
All them niggas is fag, they swags got daughter to 'em!
Tool 'em all up! - Have the doc push a mortar thru 'em! (whooo!)
All ya days in the wind, homie we playin' to win,
Praisin' and prayin' to Him (uh!) - for the occasional sin. (uh!)
Go and lay with the Grim, real - I'm able to bend, steel
Make it able to sleep - never stray from the street.
I got a tiny sense of humor, trill all over swag (swag...)
Cabinets of cannibis; million dollar pad. (pad...)
See pressure turn kids into killers
Cause they grow up with losers - and wanna live like the winners. (winners!)

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down. {"COLD CORNER"... }
BLAOW! - How you like a nigga now? (uh!)
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...) {THE MIXTAPE! }
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with runnin' wild (yeah!)
Ridin' 'round town in a couple hundred thou'! (thou...) {C'MON! } [scratches]