Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brothers Keeper, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song M.I.C. Presents, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Heaven Studios
Song language: English
Brothers Keeper |
I am my brother’s keeper, the reason you in touch with the Reaper |
If I ain’t the reason you bleedin is because you ain’t give me a reason |
To slug you because you ain’t fuck with my brother |
You motherfuckers mothers’ll suffer cause of you 'bleedin |
'Til we on top of that roof like Nino and G |
Glocks pointed at you out for the truth, you rollin with me |
Our paint, the same — you can taint it |
But you can’t explain, your blood is my blood as your vein is my veins |
So you are, honestly bonded to me, not through rhymin |
But through the, amount of breathin between our mom and our father |
Count up your G’s, with him I round up the squad for |
He I mount up to squeeze if he ever got a problem |
Any ONE of you henchmen, I want your attention |
I’m comin, I’m gunnin when one in his defense (SOUND OFF!) |
Like you got a pair, everybody dead |
If any one of you punks dare harm a hair on his head (oh no!) |
That’ll start up the part of the war |
Where your heart hit the floor when soldiers just won’t, bargain no more |
This ain’t got nothin to do with my crew members |
My views on losin when ain’t nothin to do with losin my temper, cause |
I am my brother’s keeper, the reason you in touch with the Reaper |
If I ain’t the reason you bleedin is because you ain’t give me a reason |
To slug you because you ain’t fuck with my brother |
You motherfuckers mothers’ll suffer cause of you 'bleedin |
Blood in blood out for my brother, give me a pistol |
I’ll release missiles through tissue when one of 'em hit you |
Surprise! |
Yo' eyes is closed, you chose to go past the flow |
So I will close yo' casket slow (whoa!) |
Nickel’s my nigga; |
Jimmy gave me my quiet demeanor |
Touch him I will leave all of Gregory |
Our father so don’t bother, the fam is so mobster |
Run yo' lobster, run what you got! |
(buck a shot) |
Kid you NOT, won’t remember the faces |
Make you disappear from this paper, I’mma erase you |
You talk shit and bitch up when I face you (yeah) |
What with that look on your face when I put this clip to your braces? |
(Oh no!) Switch up your taste buds |
I’ll make you hiccup, make you taste blood |
We come together and break thugs DOWN! |
If you ain’t fearin me nigga then you ain’t hearin me nigga |
(«Can you hear me now?») Haha. |
(«Good!») |
I am my brother’s keeper, the reason you in touch with the Reaper |
If I ain’t the reason you bleedin is because you ain’t give me a reason |
To slug you because you ain’t fuck with my brother |
You motherfuckers mothers’ll suffer cause of you 'bleedin |