What The Blood Clot

Lyrics

Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!
 (Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!
 Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?
 {What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville
 Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz!
 {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son?
 Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy!
 (Yeah, peace to the valley goat.)
 Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz!
 (Big up The Bridge!)
 All I hear is gun shots
 Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?!
 Nigga want Tical, make it happen
 You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin!
 We can take it back to eighty-five
 If you wanna start actin like you live
 It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click
 Owls, Backwoods and Phillies
 Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy
 Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted
 I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?)
 For real, nigga, touch it and you burn
 When will motherfuckers learn?
 What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word
 I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it
 I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message
 It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's
 Keep your thoughts on your lessons
 What the Blood Clot!?!
 To tell the truth, you don't amaze me
 Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
 What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this
 Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess
 Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes
 If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case
 Cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal
 Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin
 Then I get evil
 But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you
 I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble
 I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you
 Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch
 Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz
 Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit!
 Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...
 Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name
 What the Blood Clot!?!
 Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!)
 First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out
 To my brothers in the belly of the beast
 Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love
 (Y'all niggaz better start stackin)
 June Lover, Shitty Brown (Y'all niggaz better get real)
 Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm
 (All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down)
 SUUU! We still in here, nigga
 (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga)
 Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane
 (You get your ass beat in the streets)
 I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin
 Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat
 For all the fugitives on the run
 Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan
 And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home
 On work release, keep your heads up niggaz
 Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:24
Key
6
Tempo
90 BPM

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