Lyrics:
the sun if it never would rain
Respected by the Crips and the Bloods with the old flags
Ridin' dirty, ratchet on her but no tags
Keep your foot on the gas
Uh, haha, Ruff Ryders niggas (all my niggas)
(All aboard) Blood in blood out
Funk Doc, Sheek Luc', Meth-Tical (what tup niggas?)
Yo, yo, ayo yo
and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
S***'s official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog,
and everybody held their breath
Possum rode him to a draw it was the best bull ride I ever saw
Possum Possum where are you no one rides bulls like you used
or die, I will stay with you.
Take one breath, one fundamental sign of life.
No bad blood, no pain can make you draw the knife.
Ah, We got
on
The time has come to draw the line
Goddess of discord is dancing round the fire
Harmful competition, loyalty expired
Blood brothers divided by her spell
with your life
I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave (on blood)
And represent that from the cradle to the grave
Oh my partner he
written on the pure white wall
純白的牆上寫著我的名字
Drop the pencil on the table blood falls
完筆落於桌面時血滴隨之濺落
I have seen nobody by my side to explain this
身邊無人予我解釋
fucked up
My minds an asylum
Half the time feel like
I crashed on an island
All by myself
My mind is on auto-pilot
Yet no pilot is flying
Losing my shit
to a tí
Under my skin a tí flow
Replacing my blood, taking over my soul
I thinking of a tí all day long
I close my eyes and I imagine a tí
By my side, by my
, in a puddle of blood.
Hell's up under that mud.
They I know I'm gonna pull it.
My sawed-off draws them bullets.
I'm being pressured by these niggas
to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings
man...
They want to brand my God, "generic"
But then they label His Word "esoteric"
No one here can get with the shed blood that Crips can't even bang
legacy will live on forever
Sipping on sap from the moon ain't no lean in the club we up all night pouring
Sound the trumpet of the high heavens calling
Captured
By a reptilian swarm
Taken to their theater to perform
Your fate before you
Into the death queue
The duel ensues
A lowly witness
A test
When the torches blaze lighting up the night sky
When evil draws nearer and death seems to be by your side
You keep searching for peace that hasn't
they rushed across
You could hear their charging cry
No coward's blood runs through their veins
They'll conquer now or die
They gained the front
Now cleared, and trampled by ignorant fools
The executioner's axe
Still dripping with blood from their necks
As the righteous endure
A single word,
No one can come to Jesus unless the Father draws them in
Oh and He will raise them up that last day
For the Holy Father gives us faith
I don't need
vacations
Big blood, but I'm hanging with the Haitian's (Yeah)
Pick ya man's up, sike, you can't save em (No)
Made twenty bitch im ballin' like the Ravens
to fight, No rest for my soul
Verse 3 – Keep your head down stay alive, the battle draws near.
Waiting for the order, try to squash the fear.
Live for your
And get pced out protection
The by shit cause cliqs sent renim
And have you cut up if you don't pay up
Crips and bloods all along with the caves too,
leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo back nigga
Chorus: {Tec-9/Yella Boy/Lil' Ya}
these niggas that I can afford
To draw blood and start a war
To draw blood and start a war
Y'all treat these niggas like Stacey
Stop it; his dick ain't
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