Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Brothers, artist - Cappadonna. Album song The Struggle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
Blood Brothers |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| (Staten Island niggas) |
| Blood Brothers! |
| All y’all hatin' ass MC’s Run 4 Cover |
| Long live Cappadon' that’s word to mother |
| I’m a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters |
| And every time you see me, I always got the butters |
| And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow |
| I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow |
| Travel across the globe, show after show |
| We fuckin' ho’s all night, that’s the goal |
| And there’s a bunch of y’all niggas that’s feelin' the O |
| But do I give a shit about y’all? |
| I don’t think so |
| I clap one of y’all niggas and leave you flat |
| And the rest of y’all bitch ass niggas’ll fall back |
| It’s the C-to the A-P in ya mouth |
| Cold stab y’all niggas, what the fuck y’all talkin' about? |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Homicide Hills, Staten Island |
| That’s what it is |
| Aiyo, Cap, what you speak about? |
| Niggas still frontin' |
| Like we ain’t got shit to make a cat start runnin' |
| What? |
| We blood for life, we thug for life |
| Y’all remember in the crib when we bugged at night? |
| Mama Love always screamed on us |
| And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us |
| Motherfuckers wan' get it gully back to back |
| Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack |
| And we ride together, rhyme together |
| Eat together, talk shit and sleep together |
| In the Hood we pack eat together |
| What you think? |
| Y’all niggas keep frontin' I’ma bleed ya leather |
| L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up |
| How you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up? |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| What’s wrong with y’all? |
| I’ma sing a song for y’all |
| Pop off 'til I get along with y’all |
| I’ma stay strong with y’all |
| Knucklehead niggas, Shaolin volume two |
| Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol |
| Pop the pistol at the police that’s disturbin' the peace |
| Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease |
| I’m just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar |
| I don’t think I’m better, I’m just a true blue nigga |
| But the hood is redder |
| Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta |
| Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike’s on kid the green leather |
| I ain’t sweatin' shit for bringin' fam dogs together |
| And my big dick go right in ya heffer |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |
| Blood Brothers! |
| Suuu! |