Lyrics Blood - Freestyle Fellowship

Blood

Ah, see y’all niggas is trippin' now
I’m talkin' bout physical blood that you bleed
I am not talkin' about no motherfucking gangs
(We know that, we’re just bullshitting)
Goddamn, body slam, program a jam
Push the button
(It's recording everything)
Alright, well here that motherfucker is!
I’ll end all junior blood you won’t budge (all day)
Attack with a lot of laughter
While I’m steady capping your dome
With 9 millimeters of chrome
Flesh and bone marrow are thrown
Into your face, your identification is gone
Long gone
I think I’m freakin' you, oooh continue
P-ack my jewels down the avenue, oooh continue
Rescue the revenue, oooh
Underground, sixteen hundred pounds of style, marching
Look over the hill brother man, you see I’m stalking
And if you get a zoom in, you can see I’m walking
In a pack of four in a??
what?
store
It’s not for you so boom get a mac to the back take it back
Hmm, Freestyle, Heavyweight