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Blood on the Dope

Yo Gotti

Blood on the Dope

no blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get no blood on the dope

Blood on the dope, blood on the floor, blood on your ho
My young nigga

Networks, collisions, Billboards, carpools
Tug of war; towel; dry off
Time is yours; borrow not

RepubliCAN'Ts
ACE2 up they sleeve; pants
Time to flush fast;

And his face became spotty
Yes his face became spotty
And his voice dropped down low
And things started to grow
On young Brian and show
He was certainly no

smile

I see through the things you say
But you do you, you make your own way
Through all your lies, Your true face shows
It won't take long for us

I live in moods of silence
The heavens are the only audience
Don't move a muscle
Don't show um that fighting
Can be one of your hustles

Every day

Meat Cleaver

Insane Clown Posse

Psychopathics From Outer Space

2000

of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you

these niggas'll do to be in my shoes
I'm done playin' by rules
Learned from OGs, I'm retirin' the jewels
Everything is plain Jane, different day,

weeks spectacle on display.
In plain sight, still too white, not white, black or black enough, an actor in a social play.

cm I an artistic NFT currency,

Name the place I`ll meet you when you want me
show your face you don`t have to be afraid
you`ve still me some time oh that what you want
I`ll just stand

can't keep the pace 
Your first shot is my last stage, I'm across all bases 
My guys stay unseen, we stop in but show no faces 
Vanta black on black,

Hidden from sight and mind, a mystery of truth that list
Every situation we could face and all blessed by gods grace
So that our path it shall be clear,

a wizard
(nigga what?)
He hid his face behind a white mask
And he liked to act all big and tough
I used to fuck and date a bunch of white girls
So I sent

make you change in a jiff
Stuck in his ways remaining legit
You could either play by the rules or hustle till
It rain on your wrist I told my ex that if

Cuts

Cex

Tall, Dark & Handcuffed

uncross your arms and face it, you want to shake it
Or I'll exchange your chain for a medic alert bracelet

The underground needs to change it
I don't

always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola

In my Air Max 90s
White Ts, walkin' parental advisory
My transgender cat's Siamese (why?)
Identifies as Black, but acts Chinese
Like

am the one
Hitting a cab I'm drunk
Back of the coupe show me your love
Is it a dream or sum
Me and you floating above
Woke up in a dream
And I'm

no blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get no blood on the dope

Blood on the dope, blood on the floor, blood on your ho
My young nigga

Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin

ain’t the same. (But it’s plain to see)
Y’all all taking a piece and pulling with all your might (That I’ve got to choose)
Adding to the fight inside me

to show your face
In light of what you did
And now the memory takes its place
What that's you said they did?

You dish it out but now it's plain to see that

Meatclaver

Twiztid

Cryptic Collection 1

2002

of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you

I ain't do anonymous
I tried to check your profile, but it don't show
I ain't scared of threats from anybody I don't know
I’m from where the tyres

here nor there
12 shows, once a month
I’ve been coming out every year
Blurred by things that once was clear
Or so I thought
It’s my fault
Listening