nerp chicken I should run, forfit, and everything I know LISTEN, I was The misdirected I was The least expected Hop on And get rejected Walk on And feel
red to the floor And im blooded (Suwhoop) And im blooded (Suwhoop) I got bloods on stage and bloods at my shows Fuck wit my bloods got blood on ya clothes And im blooded
gamble on Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhere I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the
that now caught vapors Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up
Leaves First Son blood-born Lying alone in blood on cold floor Death was the cause of... Returning to Innocence Lost... Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on
God (Scotty Wotty)] We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle Through the bus stop, under the train trussle Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle Stay on
cop's weakness Was heroic, he exposed pieces Leaked out information On surveillance where his wife was staying Police tracked her down Blood hound on
: Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bungalow with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it
the heart inside your chest beats eroded and cracked Attack Attack Stab me in the back Bail out Go on Bail out You let me down You're jumping off the third floor
ain't no gain in rest 12 gauge close range, bloods on my chest I looked into his face, I thought he was my friend My boy had me set up, this wound would
to keep up ballin' when you're on the run I got two kis in my trunk and a shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need
said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on
the mud where they wet you leave in your blood Goin' in flippin' hundreds, get the young blood Show 'em where it go, floatin' on the floor Gettin' more
mud where they wet you, leave you in your blood Going in flipping hundreds get the young Blood Show them where it go Floating on the floor Getting more
it, ain't hear about it If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it Leave some blood up in it
will pick the time, to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus on the floor spreadin
opened and read it, it said we want hustlers Had a Lexus at eighteen, picture that Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin' crack Bitch I know