Lyrics:
they were dying
And the blood stains still drying
On that Mason Dixon line
Just outside the town
Of Shiloh Tennessee
Johnnie's body lays
In forever
Dixon's in my blood
That southern flag keep it flyin' high
Go to go and get it 'cause life moves fast
And if you don't it'll pass you by
Got a lot
You wont catch me
On a path
And its johnson ford dixon
If you niggas gotta ask
I've been sittin Workin on my craft
Haters gone be mad
I've been
That's a new iPhone and new Js
It's like a new religion
What a waste, it's in your Genes
That's a true religion
Brother's getting splashed
Come like
mad, You'll know
I'm like a bull at a rodeo
This blood runs deep
There's some things you should know about me
I was born under the Mason Dixon
of brother that'll put the data in the folders
Made her main man blood splatter like I told her
I'm burping rappers
I'm burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
up! my own true love,
Don't weep so bitterly,
But she sobbed and sighed and choked
And cried and couldn't say goodbye.
I won't be gone so very long,
True, true, true, true, true
Haha, hehe, haha, true
One King
Dixon, true
You know, enuh (Step out, step out)
You know
Step out, slippers
Shirt off,
like
Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
(Who is you?)
(You ain't nobody)
Every time you hear that nigga that's us (twenty- twenty-four)
Hustle
Hustle
Me and my niggas relate by blood
on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
I got a lot on my mind, yeah
Cha Ching ahhh
I been thinking too much
I got a lot on my mind, yeah (On the beat that's Dj Dixon; the beat go dumb, go
home again
Before long, I'm introduced on the phone
To a brother named Moosa
See Moosa been in Dixon prison since he was a junior
Sentenced
she'll cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon tha memories of home
Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on tha loans
you on the floor
She comes alive when your appearing
Hungry for some more
I think she's got that true blood
Every time you're 'round I can smell it in
hang around me
Did it myself and I did it profoundly
I got dreams and they’re bigger than rapping
Niggas ain’t blood but them niggas my family
They don’t
Try to stop mines from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
I wet the whole entire block then I broke off
Lift the [?] Russian sickle
I had a dream last night
I was going away with you
When I wakened from my slumber
I noticed all the bags were packed
I swear it was a dream come true
It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line
'Til one day you're craving hominy grits
And scanning the jukebox
hair
His fireman, Jack Dixon, was standing by his side
Awaiting for strict orders while in the cab to ride
Georgie's mother came to him with
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
chorus: Blood for Blood without rewards
a bullet hears my true love sign
in life's young dreams to all
Blood for blood
seemed that everything was on my side
(Blood on my side)
It seemed sincere like it was
Love and true romance
And now she's out to get me
But I just can't
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow that's your cue and by now you know
That I got another true lover
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