- Yukmouth It's In My Blood Part II 歌词
- Yukmouth
- *(dmg)*
Yeah.
Make sure that **** be playin real loud.
(me and yuk you know.)
Verse 1 *(dmg)*
Uh
Now once again
Me and my *****
It's in my blood
We straight killas
I be the d and to the m an the m and to the g
Comin from the m-p-l-s, s-t-p
All say it wit me
St. paulin
Southside *****s
Forever ballin
Lead you to the circle, meet *****s wit purple eyes
Can't forget my *****s who live on the north side
Could you club what?
G-d's
Throw up yo fins *****
It's all mighty
Now what it is, it's part two *****
It's brand new (brand new)
Juss fo' you
Now where you from *****?
I'm from the mid-west
Who want some *****?
I leave yo **** wet
Now is it you *****?
You got the *****?
Well bring it on *****, i kills ＆em all
I thought you knew *****
Oh you ain't hear the first?
It's in my blood *****
But now it's way worse
It's in my blood.
(it's in my mutha ****in blood! *****!)
Chorus *(yukmouth)*
It's in my blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And ****in wit these thugs *****
It's in my blood
You wonder why us *****s be hustalas
And out there sellin drugs *****
It's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that **** up under the rug
And make them cops bug *****
It's in my blood
*****s like me turn *****s like you into hustalas
****in wit thugs, ****in wit us!
Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*
Regime life
**** trife *****
Slangin china white at night
Get light *****
2 point 2 pounds of white
My **** tight *****
What yo grip like?
Ship like a half a million when i'm ****in wit mics
Bustin on mics
Wit 5 mics to back it
Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my ***** d flip it backwards
Regime killas *****
The captain
The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves
You *****s still jackin
That's why i'm livin ill, steel packin
Dive on top of *****s and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill
Blastin
A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie
I bet a *****'ll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money
Pandamony
See my fam is hungry
Eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they ass in san antoni
Cuz *****s bologney like oscar myers
Mobb attire
Makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire
Fence this
I pimp ****
Relentless
The guiness book world record holder, for ****in over the most *****es
Regime ****, the thug preachable
Individual-ly, put *****s faces up on the obituals
I was taught to get the doe
It's in my blood since i was crawlin on the rug
And pops was in the kitchen rockin up drugs
Yes sir!
Back then, i knew who i was, a thug
And still a thug until they make me feel the slugs *****
It's in my blood!
*(chorus)* 2x
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