Lyrics Little Brother

Little Brother

Best Kept Secret

This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production

Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash, Rapper Big Pooh and

Sick fluin' you, breakin' niggaz

Electric Boogalo, wire me, fire me, admire me

They hire me to do jobs, professional run through squads

I split em' come, come, drop the sewer

Should I hit em' up on some 'Pac Shakur shit?

On top of the globe, givin' the world violence, wants control

This the girl, she should've been on the album

Fuck it, I'm invincible, keepin' my bitches bendable

Like contortionist, wild life, the source of this

No wife, I won't forfeit this, revenge on some pork and shit

Oink muh'fucker, ever line on point muh' fucker

Eat your lame lines, say somethin', give me dinner

We move at the same time like we synchronized swimmers

Back strokin' and shit, got niggaz showboatin' this bitch

Twelve oceans with this, stay afloat with my click

Got titles/tidals, see the waves? Goin' all to em' DGA

I'm the next best to reach em'

Formerly known as the best kept secret

I'm the next best to reach em'

Formerly, formerly known (Justus League! )

I'm the next best to reach em'

Formerly known as the best kept secret

Formerly, formerly known

Formerly known as the best kept secret

I'm from a place where them boys been at

Where the Eastside and Southside niggaz went at

With the low lifes and heroin addicts; On my block

You should at least look hard, and I don't mean squint at

Or you might get tossed around; The spring sting

Of the League, and I'mma show you how a boss get down

So homeboy remind yourself, rewind yourself

Or you could find yourself in the lost & found

Tay' aimin' where it hurts, and you can feel the pain

And anguish in the verse; and I pray this game don't

Change me for the worse, Cause it's all permanent

RJ on the beat, so ya'll call it alternative

I don't give a fuck, just as long as ya'll burnin' it,

Nigga, I got next, motherfuck whoever turn it is

And when I'm on stage, live is how I hit em up

J. League's the second comin'/cummin' ya'll still tryna get it up

Nigga!

Who's the best that did it, the best to live it

Every line I hand paint a picture so vivid

It's the Mr. Crazy, nicest, maybe

We tryna get a leg up and then ash a lady

Eighty's baby, maybe you could get a chance

Take a minute to break, naw cuz he's back on

Nametag, swing, with my name in them

Other niggaz counterfit, ain't the same as him

Shame on them, I'm a bring the pain to them

I'm a make em never imitate the champion

They can't beat him, of course not, my thoughts rock

While I roll with the best crew, you group rocks

At the bottom of the bottom, I'm on top of the top

Black, green, I'm on every block

I done had it up to here, and this shit gon' stop

No wack nigga's gonna make a move on my spot