Текст (слова) песни: Shyheim f Infamous Bluesteele, Method Ma - Am I My Brother`s Keeper?

 
[Intro: Method Man] 
Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo 
Yo, yo, yo 
My son want his back, fuck that (my shine is beautiful) 
It`s time right now, you know? 
It`s like we ain`t fuckin with no lame ass niggas no more 
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real) 
 
[Method Man] 
Am I my brother`s keeper? 
Theres no need to ask, I`m the creeper 
Million dollar man, Johnny Cash 
Puff the reefer, sometimes mix it with the hash 
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash, beat your feet up 
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass 
Caught `em in the weed stash tryin to tap the bag 
Now he suspect, read him his rights, it`s only right 
I never, never, never in my long-legged life 
Ever bite like shark niggas, got an appetite 
for destruction, lusting for dough, it`s disgusting 
Disgraceful, end of disscusion, this tasteful 
Like cyanide erase you, pull up, let me take two 
Come all you faithful, Meth and Shyheim 
Tommy Hilfiger, that I`m a Johnny `field nigga 
Till I die, S.I.N.Y. testify 
Girlfriend sweating my game, killing my high 
 
[Shyheim] 
I`m a 100 proof, like Smirnoff blue label 
I`m so wild, got housearrest bracelets on each ankle 
I break you, something fatal and make New Jersey trade you 
You don`t got game, so niggas don`t playa-hate you 
Come back to Brooklyn, the ya G`s gone 
Chase you up, batted in dun, dun 
Nike won`t endorse you so you rock an And-1 
I pull out the M-1 and hit you handsome 
cuz you forcin it, you can hang it up like an ornament 
End your actin career, put you back in street tournaments 
Run for your life, like you doing suicides 
When even use your scrub ass, Live `9-9 
 
[Chorus 2X: Shyheim] 
Am I my brother`s keeper? 
There`s no need to ask 
I ride for my brothers, give me the gun and the mask 
We be in the bushes like The Down Low stash 
Pop up like a warrant, let off on that ass 
 
[Infamous Bluesteele] 
Yo.. 
Y`all could catch the player Inf` way beyond calm 
Sharp and on bomb chron, rockin my Sean John 
Copin the bomb chron from Sharon on the quan 
Got me chinky-eyed like a Hong Kong don 
Fire arm palm, cock back caution 
Alarm for the chumps, boy what you think you gon` palm with my charms 
Better pay attention to the harm in my palm and it`s fully-loaded 
If I said it, could he hold it? 
but once he seen the gun I said, "son, look he bolted" 
Son, look he noted, the Berrettas`ll shever, but he was clever 
He stopped screwing and he blew in his vendettas 
His crew was in to leathers, Avirex and guns 
Some of them was smart but I could say the rest was dumb 
So I played the vest for dumb and saved the checks for dumb 
cuz they hard-head niggas who graze and steadily come 
to be leakin something, you could care for speakin 
frontin bout shit they stick, instead of zip they lip 
They was young niggas, you know the young dumb niggas 
Who don`t care how they get it as it come, nigga 
*fades* 
 
[sample] 
*old school party music playing and fades* 
Hey, hey... 
Are you that little guy makin all that big noise? 
*sounds of mad ass dog and man screaming*
 

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