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    Scarface

    In My Blood

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [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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