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
Tercüme: Blood Brothers soundtrack. Çocuk Oyunu.
Tercüme: Oyunu. Kan Kardeşler.
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
and do what I do And make somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don't really give a f-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look
my colors upon me one soldier stands tall Tell me what have you left me What have I got Last night in cold blood my young brother got shot My homeboy
Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse And low from the exchange, psycho derranged Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main I'm top framin the game
the science is always there I'd be a true sucker if I acted like I didn't care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme
was quittin' the game and tonight was my fling You see, on the streets they're players but only one king Now that's the title I held but the game is
to steal, I chainsawed his arm I drink blood from a cup when I wanna, then Plus, the bosses up north made me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game
game, give the young G's names Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the block Jump from gee to gee, similar to a flea Suck the blood out or in this
form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood
too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized This games' the only one we got left Hip-hop's become the game
like my uncle touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat gucci mane fuck up the sound dead drunk like my uncle touch my brother dood
your bloodless disease? (Ever in love with your blood, lust and need) This is a call to arms, gather soldiers Time to go to war This is a battle song, brothers
why, wonder why Why must we pretend? Why can't we be more than friends? Let's be more than friends What are you afraid of? We've been playing games
