Lyrics:
Drown in yo' own blood
Drown in yo' own blood (Yeah)
Drown in yo' own blood
Drown in yo' own blood
N***** sending shots I thought
It smooth, but I
out my destiny
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real niggas and thugs
Eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth
Blood
shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
One blood, plural, nigga I'm spendin' Euro's
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where
Washed n the blood of the Lamb
Are you washed in the blood
Washed n the blood of the Lamb
Are you washed in the blood
It wasn't long ago when I was
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
broke down the chains now I am free indeed
Yes I am free indeed where would I have ever been
Without the blood of the nazarene
Poured out to make me
the Spirit we're all gifted
Anointed by the King, exploiting joy from out of me
Avoiding all the lies, deceits, and all the false idolatry
I've been called
affray
Out in the streets where the babies are burnt
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
There
I'm makin sure that my enemy blood's fillin the halls
When the Twista got static, I'll be killin them all
Cause that's drama mayne..
[Chorus]
roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear
He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt
she seein jesus n sat** at the same time
Hook
Its blood on my mind again again
Bit** I’m cut throat bit** I’m bit** I’m cut throat
Its blood on my
Say… (Bloody Damn Bat) Xanax bars n sweet tea…
(I'm bout to run it) Feeling good I'm slushed out I'm slushed out….
I'm slushed out I'm leaning off
Broken by design
(Design... design)
This world, it feeds on hate
Reaching out, denied
(Denied... denied)
I guess I'll hide my face
Pull me down,
father
Let the children play the game
Ready or not
They're out for your blood
Hey mista twista
Listen to my blues
You're thinking you're smart
you flip 'em over you
Could reload the K
How many ballers went pro you play?
I'd rather play in the G league than
That Wild 'N Out role you play
But
affray
Out in the streets where the babies are burnt
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
There
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
and break me by the hour
I got what I need, I got the Blood and it's
The power, the power, the power
Power way back when y'all
And it's still as strong
the nine-nine
That's where the thugs lurks, I done been out there
Seen them niggaz put in blood work
When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the scent
Fight or diffuse?
One, two
Bad ass hoes in the mirror of my room
Three, four
Take my life for a suicide door
Bloody Mary, bloodthirst
Blood then plan
gon' be a homicide 'bout me
Surrounded by this fake love
What's that? It's bad blood
How you with me when you fuck with bruh
What's that? That's
[Intro]
This goes out to all riders worldwide
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
Where playa hatin killers and the hood
and gobble the stuff up
Driven by insatiable blood lust
Heart starts beating, hard breathing
I see people bleeding, fiending, I need it
You hemophiliac?
oath
Ride or die no run flats
Drive by shoot hub caps
No money for the rug rats
They be stealing from the blood banks
Zombie-land it's the undead
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