And in a moment the memories are all that remain And all the wounds are reopening again We're blood brothers We're blood brothers We're blood brothers We're blood brothers
ALL YOU CAN GET UP OFF THE GROUND AGAIN, IT DOESN'T MATTER, THE WHOLE THING'S JUST A GAME THE WHOLE THING'S JUST A GAME THE WHOLE THING·S JUST A GAME
Übersetzung: Blood Brothers Soundtrack. Kids Game.
Übersetzung: The Game. Blood Brothers.
y' count from one t' ten Y' can gerrup off the ground again It doesn't matter the whole thing's just a game. The whole thing's just a game. The whole thing's just a game
day checks come out and vics gets served so you know I got the blood of a hustla in my vain my daddy had 3 brother that all gave me some game they was
the wall Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang If some fuckin' drama jump act a fool with yo bank Buck! Buck! with yo chrome blood gushin
peace in tha black community All we know is violence, do tha job in silence Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants Too many brothers daily heading
feel me mayne Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game My niggaz feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game
must all stay true Play the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame Niggas change fast That's a shame What's the game Lost souls
This nigga's scared Man I don't really care I've been lost loved (loved) My heart need a hug (hug) My bite leave blood (blood) Fight with a grudge
ride rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs
help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game
, lost control or just another soul A car full of motherfuckers when we roll Sippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack Brothers come up and
tryin to explain why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me
keep the music playing One Thug, One Thug I wake up early in the morning My state so Military Suckas Fantasize, Pictures of a Young Brother Buried
: (feat. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer
start... Darkness falls, but here comes the rain to wash away those passed and the names Darkness falls, here comes the rain to end it all, the blood and the game
