Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Thicker, artist - Hot Boys. Date of issue: 27.10.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blood Thicker |
| Turk: |
| Stickin together like glue |
| Blood is thick so Im tight |
| Swimmin for my people |
| Dont mind losin my life |
| Ridin or fryin |
| Dont matter nigga Im real |
| All the time |
| The red thicker than the clear |
| Get in the way |
| And you get maced in the face |
| 50 niggas will chase |
| Put a end to yo day |
| Hit yo set in the black on black |
| With macs |
| With red dots on em Will leave you flat |
| Yo moms with the black on her |
| On the front level |
| 6 ft. is where you be there goes the men with the shovels |
| Blood thicker than water |
| Ima keep it like that |
| Never turnin my back |
| And ima keep it like that |
| Much love for my people |
| They got love for me Outsiders get outta line |
| Get burnt up from the heat |
| Ima play it how it go Be down to the finish |
| Fuck havin friends cuz friends turn into your enemies |
| (juvenile)load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out. |
| Load it up slide it in yall die. |
| (lil wayne) load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out. |
| Cmb226 we all ride. |
| Baby: |
| Money and bitches dont mix |
| Hoes shit got a lotta niggas fixed |
| Thats why I stick with blood thicker than water shit |
| Me and my brothers split keys |
| Get me 18 ounces nigga, and 10 gs Ridin in convertable rolls royce with the hbs |
| Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me Fuckin right nigga I raised the b.g. |
| Thats why Im a hot boy on these city streets |
| Blood thicker than water I know you feel me Set trip motherfucker we gon kill ya Change on ya brain |
| Lets sneak and then peel ya I walk light |
| Uptown |
| But I still got my ghetto stripes |
| I creep and peep |
| Keep my hand on my heat |
| I aint gon let no bitch nigga steal me I got a world |
| My main hoe pregnant with my lil girl |
| I gotta be here to serve her world |
| Motherfuck snortin furl |
| Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin bitch and ima stay rich |
| But its yo world |
| Guess what cash money records stick together like blood and furl |
| Juvenile: |
| Its just me and you all |
| Im with whatever you wanna do all |
| Let you floss in my new car |
| Pop a nigga for you fall |
| We deal with niggas ass together |
| Build up all our cash together |
| Scored our first bag together |
| And stole our first jag together |
| No separation |
| No outsiders could come between us 2 felonies and misdemeaners got a subpeona |
| Turnin state |
| The hot boy$ carry they weight |
| Any false movin the case then the fool losin his face |
| Look what we been |
| Though we did it sin |
| Im prepared to do it again |
| I aint lyin |
| My bloodline is 1 of a kind |
| Fuck it we all shine |
| Look and we all blind |
| This shit is turned bad yeah |
| You done fucked with my people now ima bust ya ass yeah |
| Wodie, leave that alone, let that go Best to respect my click or check that hoe |
| We shine? |
| ? |
| And wax the floor |
| Blood thicker than water dont you ask no mo Lil wayne: |
| Blood thicker |
| Water slicker |
| And aint no nigga |
| Slick up in my click |
| The 226 it consists of tru niggas |
| We move ya crew be cool or lose nigga |
| Now I dig |
| Up in ya blood for my blood |
| My click thick |
| And you cant separate bloods |
| Now when you ride |
| Ready to die who you with |
| Yo real family or some niggas you fool with |
| Now on you side, do you really have love |
| Boy we click tight stick tight thats blood |
| And guess what |
| We marchin a million strong |
| Terrorizin you section black connection is my home |
| Love is the key |
| Outsiders cant keep |
| 14 givin my whole life to cmb |
| Ima represent it Solja rag, reebok tennis |
| Stick to click called 226 to the finish |
| Blood thicker than water thats why my niggas they harder |
| Comin in that water |
| Off top they grab the choppers and chop |
| So nigga you better play solo |
| U get fucked the fuck over |
| So dont explain to me nigga |
| Talkin bout shit that I should |
| Shut yo mouth cuz I dont wanna hear it Off top that trigger get pulled |
| Puttin yo head on flat |
| Caught slippin layin on that back |
| Niggaz spotted you creepin |
| Them chopper bullets start releasin |
| Niggas wonderin why you wet |
| They found ya dead in the projects |
| Have people cryin and thankin |
| But yo body been stankin |
| On the ground 16 holes |
| Shot up head to ya toes |
| Blood all over ya clothes |
| Dont fuck with me no more |
| Now they know |
| I aint no hoe |
| They backin up that cmr come up in that water |