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letra de my brothers keeper - boosie badazz

[intro]
big wayne on the track, i know u hear that baseline!

[hook]
am i my brothers keeper?
yes i am
yes i am
yes i am
yes i am
am i my brothers keeper?
yes i am
yes i am
yes i am
yes i am
i ride for you n-gga!
i’d die for you n-gga!
and if i get caught i’ll do the time for you n-gga!
i ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug
i know you’d do the same for me too, cause i’m your thug

[verse 1]
i’d be that shoulder that you lean on (ride or die)
right there when the beef on (f-f-f-fire)
i’d be the n-gga that take care of your kids, if you die
get on the stand for my n-gga and lie
cause he my brother from another mother
same sh-t up in our veins, shout out to marlo mane
shout out to charmane, this for my cousins b and trill
i call em’ veterans
so much love they see inside me when i’m stressin’ man
daryl milton been runnin’ since we was little ones
runnin’ the track, five bird with a mac
i got his back, he got my back that’s my f-ckin’ main mane
shout out to badazz ent the black ku klux klan
i’m your thug, you my thug, he got a grudge, i got a grudge
southside so sick, where we was raised we get it out the mud
shout out to jason dixie, and ed lover
i’mma keep puttin’ em’ down, b-tch i get the game from buster
michael myers

[verse 2]
it’s on our shoulder we gon’ take it out
get my levi’s when i take em’ off
they goin’ off behind a boss
used to sell that salt, me and my n-ggas
now i sell my mouth, it be so lovely
for christmas we roll 200 bands
went from stealing out the store to buying stores
murder you, that’s how we roll
broad daylight, outta control
if you my n-gga, you my n-gga then
i sure don’t need no new friends n-gga
where you been, n-gga?
they call my mama mama (that’s love)
i call they mama mama (that’s love)
we survived through the recession, call me tommy thomas
i know my n-ggas ridin’
take me, it’s gon’ get crazy
mamas, daddies, sisters, babies
gamble each other, my n-ggas crazy
but f-ck that sh-t, a n-gga gotta feed they baby so we love that sh-t
love my clique, wake up, i dap em’ down
don’t do mino like g money mane and bring a rat around

[verse 3]
i ride for you i die for you without no p-ssy -ss
one call to waitress, hit me up and i’m gon’ bust his -ss
thick or thin, right or wrong mane that’s my f-ckin’ thugger
you beef with him, you beef with me, i k!ll you on the muscle
gutta we be tryin’ to get on light then m-th-f-cka
try and knock our hustle, it ain’t nothing for a n-gga to touch ya
throughout the pain and the struggle we clique tight like brothers
i put my life in his hands because i trust him
am i my brother’s keeper, if you know me you know
100it with it, from day 1 until the day that we go
if i f-ck witcha i’ll duck witcha, till the graveyard days
our secrets be our secrets, i’m real and i can’t change
i’m loyal to my loved ones, and all my thug ones
round hold me down and jake oh my dawg, go rearrange his frown
i’m real with this sh-t, i’m loyal as lpyal as it get
for my n-gga i’d do the time, get on the stand and tell a lie

- boosie badazz

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