In My Blood

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
 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!
 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
 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
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