Brother's Keeper (feat. Royce Da 5'9", Joe Budden & Crooked I)
[Intro:] They say blood thicker than water But love thicker than blood That's all I'm sayin' Ay, you ain't even gotta look, look too far man If y'all niggas need the YAOWA the YAOWA's there, I'm on call Speed dial me Quick question
[Hook:] Are you my brothers keeper? Am I your brothers keeper? Are you my brothers keeper? Am I your brothers keeper? (My brothers I keep 'em close and I'mma keep on keepin')
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] This shit done left music, we just fam now Man I done brought niggas around who give a fuck 'bout rhyming Gave 'em that look so y'all don't know but that's your man now My shooters is yours, extra hands out But not a hand-out Nickle, you had me feelin' fly up in the No Fly Walkin' through that Motorcity Inn like I was multi Goons on both sides, somebody sneeze that nigga daddy wear a bow tie And Crook, I'm always comfortable on your side Sauce you a Boss, Horseshoe what it do? C-Style hold ya head, Tray Deee can’t wait to meet you And Jumpoff, when that whole shit jumped off, I ain’t gon name no names But yeah I hoped that I ain’t come off grimy but dawgs I fuck wit them niggas that’s why I never threw my gloves on Needed to clear that up ‘cause that shit been really botherin’ me for dumb long A nigga say something I’ll run in that nigga’s mouth To everybody you Budden, to me you my nigga Mouse
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[Verse 2: Crooked I] Ring the alarm, we set the world on fire, oh yo! Chemistry you never seen before We the four, Well-known plus worth knowing you niggas either or Even if we was poor never seen a tour And Eminem didn’t put our CD in a convenience store anymore We can still hit the streets and score I help us finance our dreams on a triple beam Never bicker for simple things Loyalty is royalty with these Shady royalties I will loyally help you pay all your lawyer fees It’s much deeper than the art of rap It’s realer than me signing a few autographs Rocking my new slaughter tats I was raised to keep it G since snap Starter hats And bury our enemies like artifacts these are the facts Like Chinese food in the fridge we a cold combination Slaughter slaughter my whole conversation
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[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] I'mma be mad cold and I’m cut this way, no matter where I’m at It’ll be black roses on Mother’s day, on they mama front door mat You know I'm, I’m quick to jump in front of fire in the line of fire You ain’t got to ask what side I’m on I’m going homicide May I simply cease to exist if I should be a bitch If you should die and I should stay behind we actually a switch As far as passing you a chick, you get the alley-oop you ask for the assist This is a fact, it’s more than rap to me it's More serious than holding a loaded gat to me I sold my soul to a bottle of Patron And my favorite uncle died of an illness alchy related then he stole it back from me And now he up in heaven like neph, you owe it back to me I was taught that too much talking will make you fall faster My actions show that I’m real I ain’t got to broadcast it I called you and said that I had to fall back I had to recover And here we are, that’s for my brothers
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[Verse 4: Joe Budden] Look, the love I got for ya’ll goes unsaid Was there when me and shorty unwed For that I’m always down to pump lead We formed a bond against the cowards Only grew over time in the studio for hours And tours with no showers, and towns I never heard of was no small fort But we was all sports, Slaughterhouse t-shirts in our ball shorts Quik all that other shit, thats just other shit Love is love, we ain't even gotta discuss this shit The part that's sick G? My brothers love me so much, I think their punch hit ya’ll harder than it hit me Four of the best in the world, I put a M on it