Lyrics:
might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered
By the blood of the King
I don't do black music I
Don't do white music
I do
Will i fuck or will i diss em
Thats what they be yelling
Im a pimp by blood, not relation
Ya'll be chasin and i replace em
You don't need me for nothing
They call me Doc but I ain't got no degree
When the shit hits the fan, they're callin' for me
From Bluegrass Kentucky with red blood on my hands
she'd be dead and gone tomorrow
She learned to sing and paint in her own blood
As it dripped upon the strings of her guitar
She found a blade
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus' hang loose, blood
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama? My mama no
And I wish that blood did dent me, I'mma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like
love, my drive, it came from
Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're
made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Oh my, oh my
I say oh my
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water now I'm prayin' for a flood
Feel
us, Yeezus
told us there's blood on the leaves
Ain't no love in the streets
Let her run into me and she wanted to meet
Now she fuck with a G
Got your
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
Some people say man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
A mind that's a-weak
Limped to his blanket 'neath the underpass
Lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue
Closed his eyes and listened to the cars
Rushin' by so fast
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back
And temptation strong
A woman's only human
You should understand
She's not just a plaything
She's flesh and blood just like her man
If you want to do
and temptation strong
A woman's only human
You should understand
She's not just a plaything
She's flesh and blood just like her man
If you want
A blood bath went I let the fuckin' raps hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook, taking out over a dirty look
I bag
Shorty called in by phone
Said the rent and the bills due
What am I gonna do? I must abide, deliver
Give me about a week or two
Tryna' get this paper
they'll still talk about
Us when we've died
The end is just a little harder when
Brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
(Longway)
It wouldn’t cost me but a G (Rack)
I leave blood on your tee (Huh)
I leave blood on the street (You)
I put mud on the street
(Lean, lean, lean,
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