: Well I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said "
now it's up to god to save you Save you From all of those bruised, bruised and battered wounds (Wave right with a gun in his hand wave right) Can you taste this blood
it's up to god to save you Save you From all of those bruised, bruised and battered wounds (Wave right with a gun in his hand wave right) Can you taste this blood
: (The Game) That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin', You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed, Or he gon' get a black tux, And a free wake, How my
I never said anything, I never take anything back [Young Buck] Well you kinda heard me speaking "You ain't a crip like Snoop, you ain't a blood like
can cover my fingerprints in ya blood I need a get away car you can put it on dubs Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub And a Banks album cuz thats
fuck Now I'ma come out And Kill 'em Hit the brerak down [Verse I:] Time to separate the men from the boys Take it straight to the bank called Christopher
face hundreds, been throwin' money Small face hundreds, excuse me honey Cash money in this bitch, we throwin' Lambo money Shawty that ain't nothin' won't you sell that dope to me Blood
Throw that ass in a zip-loc (Rated R) Now you've been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how your blood got sneeze me (Macadoshis) Yo you
in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, f**k the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood
I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood
come over here Oh my God, this is the life Eh nigga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your motherfucking bank G-g-g-g-unit!
out in Sydney (uh-huh!) Stampeed the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [explode] {HAHA! } 7-60 - you try to play meeee The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$! } Bank
I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood
one life to live, but sometimes that shit don't matta, animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta, all over shit, an leave tricks motionless, drinkin blood
t hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Krayzie] Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank