Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloody 'Em Up, artist - Natas. Album song Godlike, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Bloody 'Em Up |
| Yeah, man |
| I’m out here |
| Stacking my paper |
| All the way to the end |
| Fuck that, I ain’t got no friends |
| My friends is killa, nigga |
| If you gettin' money |
| Yeah I’m gettin' money |
| Bloody 'em up |
| What 'chu doin' out here? |
| Step in my way |
| Tryin' to get some papers, tryin' to get some scribble |
| I don’t know what 'chu doin' |
| But you know what? |
| Check this out, I got a question for ya |
| Tell me if you really gettin' money to blow |
| Keepin' it low |
| Takin' it slow |
| Ownin' the flow |
| Drowsy off the drow |
| Ain’t been a rappa like me since 2Pac signed with death row |
| I’m all about my cash |
| Papers stuffed in my stash |
| Police chase, burn, lie, crash |
| In my car goin' fast |
| If you really gettin' money throw them bills in the air |
| And tell them playa hatin' bitches that ya just don’t care |
| Get ya money, get ya cheese, get ya snaps whateva |
| Work the skirp until it hurt, puttin' work on whoeva |
| Wheneva it’s all about the cheese |
| Never had to take the squeeze |
| Tried to put these bitches down to they knees |
| Bitch please |
| If ya talkin' bout stoppin' my cheese |
| I shoot MC |
| And kill all my enemies |
| I stay on a set in the summa, never rest in the winta |
| I’m tryna get fool proof breakfast and dinna |
| I’m that greedy nigga, ya need me nigga |
| To make ya see figures |
| D-A-M-E niggas |
| It’s hell in the ghetto but I’m a God in the streets |
| I love and hate this game, it’s bittersweet |
| Ya need to know the niggas to fuck with |
| All my money makas like to get up off it, fuck it |
| Tell me if you really got those bricks to flip |
| The form with the chip |
| The heat on ya hip |
| The blunt in ya lip |
| Two o’s on ya whip |
| Wanted in chamba for danga if a stranga trip |
| Keepin' a extra clip to spit, red rum I sip |
| Bloody ya ass up for bringin' the bullshit |
| Unloaded the full clip, pull quick then hit |
| Mash off, smash off, CD still don’t skip |
| Bump this in ya trunk to motivate ya |
| I’m on some kickin' in shit fo' the paper |
| This time it’s wicked |
| High grind to get it |
| Mastamind, don’t let me get Tech 9 wit it |
| Don’t make me bloody 'em up |
| Is he a dummy or what? |
| Stack it, wrap it and bundle it up |
| Hey yo hold tight |
| I’m shootin' muthafuckas on sight |
| I make 'em scream, make 'em seem like the muthafuckin' skylight |
| Mo' serious than a mone bite |
| Beat yo ass with a mic |
| Would it be like? |
| From Detroit, the Crown Heights |
| Whereever I go I carry the pipe |
| Whetha you’re black or white |
| I smoke yo ass, fuck a fist fight |