Lyrics:
themselves
But by depressed social and economic
Conditions: and we can always count on
The Communists to exploit those conditions
Poverty is probably
your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new york city
Any time any place we'll go
Strictly bloods is the way
young
So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out and you never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
the power
Oh, yeah, that's why we pray
No matter what the problem is
You know that God is love
And when it's time to put your trust
I'll trust in the Blood
No
up in a Bentley truck
Baby whats your problem why you talking to me now
Played me like a Roland heart was stolen by that girl
I had to cut her off
writing crew, and they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass, evеry time
Lyrically, I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Gеtting mad blunted in a 600
Benz, ask your
Gram' Sammy, we feudin' for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes
Gram' Sammy, we feudin' for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes
of an angel
Braveheart in battle, still chase rainbows
Scorpion King has slowly returned
Purified by pain, we survive burns
Bitch so stupid, got your
didn't care 'bout nothing
Sucks hanging, we just some young niggas
Out the bottom, got it from crumbs nigga
Now it's 250 in the slum nigga
Pocket full
and we savin' they kids
Savin' they life and we buy 'em some heels
Chanel bags by the low
Hold up bitch playin', I got big ring bloods on the low
Shh,
Fight Club
Times up, you lost, life sucks
So does your wife slut, got a nice cunt
Last night we wiped white stuff on her butt
True power cannot be
is dope the royal oak
She took a tote before I poked
But what's fe sho is what you owe
Do you remember we were young
Runnin' round being so
(Yeah!)
(Bitch)
(You got me fucked up)
Yeah I mean shit's kinda crazy right
Mrno on that beat hoe
Bitch I've always been that young blood
Never gave
talking to papi
Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
Bag of balls, it's sick
Just like a Magic cough
Same person on camera or when
The muthafuckin'
devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change, what your mouth say?
I'm watchin' niggas work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes
made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
shit
They cadence is slow, them young kids are not equipped
Them handicapped raps get smacked back, in the wheelchair
Tuck in your anus piece, we
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
[Chorus]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
to dinner, stick this dick in your liver
I'm fuckin' your head up I'm playing these mind games witcha
I'mma suck that pussy good, then you ain't gon' hear
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your
'll take your cap
Bustin' off, dusting off the softest niggas
Money with the biggest mouth, yo, let's off this nigga
Up North this nigga never made
and they fuck nerds in jail I heard
As a nigga, I'm up in here with my balls and my word
[Hook:]
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long
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