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(feat. Big Mike, DMG & Yukmouth)
Verse 1: (DMG) You wonder why, I hang with these thugs Whut, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas St. Paul in The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin' I put it down yes Now Chris Rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields Nigga These Niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga This a Glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up Nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on the weekend Creepin, seekin' Me, till the currency Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks I'm dubble parked for the train Even your moms know my name I be the D into the M and the M into the G And I bring the B-O-M-B-? Nigga Chorus (Yukmouth) It's In My Blood Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga That's In My Blood You wonder why us niggas be hustelers And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga That's In My Blood That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug And make that Nigga bug, Nigga It's In My Blood Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us! Verse 2: (Yukmouth) It's in my veins Like a chain-reaction How it all happened Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's Back in the day when shit was crackin' Niggas pay 38 for a package Tightly rappin' For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added That's where the A-raps headin' Even when I sleep they in cavage Lavage shit Do automatics with scopes under my mattress With the dope and the drugmoney, stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney Thug hungry Takin' drugs only cause we love money I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga, would you like to be a Nigga too Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do You probably be a drugdealer too Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue Listen for clues In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake It takes 28 grams Multiplied by 36 zips to make A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake A hundred grams on the triple beam flake 2.2 pounds to be straight My Niggas just flew in from GA Ready to buy 4 kilos Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio So fuck these rhymes Let me stick my dick in your ear, and fuck with your mind Nigga Chorus Verse 3: (Big Mike) Niggas betray themselves as low key, broken down and fabricated Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded Ain't no wars cause they made it That type of bullshit is outdated But I played it like I laid it My partners have always said that It was set me up For life Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was Nothin' nice Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers Governors from strugglers Bitches lovin' us Blindly chasin' that life we lust I blush, bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams Goin' down and roll fast Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen Fried of me, huh Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see But part not I was blind to the point, not even I could see, or that I could be Obviously I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery Hit me with the type of mystery Lay it down like history With the intend of be myself and I Street desire, easila Piece of mind, I was least to find Some sassiness Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly And I was discontent With the shit that life once sent Government depend, now most of my time is spent Escapin' what I love It's in my blood Chorus x2 |
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