Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood, artist - Son DoobieDate of issue: 04.01.2010
Song language: English
Blood |
| My clique sticks tight cause my dawgs I grew with |
| Some are life time, yo this ain’t, some new shit |
| I’m on some Sick Symphonies down for life shit |
| I like it |
| Got my fam with me, my dawgs, I rock mics with |
| You might think it’s all business |
| What the fuck is this |
| It’s music first, that’s why we got in this |
| Cats from legit end corrupt when it |
| Gets spread in this camp |
| That’s how we avoid the bad endin' |
| This player played enough, and it’s to know |
| This game ain’t right |
| I’m on my twenty eighth season |
| And still breathin' |
| Got |
| Cats on these streets that wanna see me bleedin' |
| But I |
| Party and bullshit til it’s time for me to be leavin' |
| Believe in no one outside the bloodline |
| All kinds of swine tryin' to infiltrate mine |
| My mind’s ready for that |
| It’s deadly, in fact, my block |
| Prepared me for that, it’s not steady of times |
| Yo, I’ll knock out, hop out, six hundred with the top down |
| Hostile, I’ll rock out, .45 stick ya bars out |
| Fall out, lucked out, ain’t worthy of a strong bout |
| Stomp out, chop down, motherfuckers just drop down (KABOOM, BOOM, BOOM) |
| Drop ya ass, pull the drop out |
| Locked down, pop out the trunk, yo, hold the spot down |
| Watch y’all washed out |
| Crews went the wrong route |
| Calm down, I’ll knock out punks |
| With they palms out (DING, DING, DING, DING, DING) |
| First round, you get bombed out |
| I brought out, I shot out my double pump, yo, stop now |
| Hot out, case the streets, wipe the blood, a hot town |
| Lock out, pop, blaow, them niggas tryin' to cop out |
| Chop ya jaw, flip ya gun pound |
| Goin' all out |
| Motherfuckers, feel my call out |
| Toss out, what now, make niggas wanna walk out |
| I’ll come out, dumb in twenty fours, with the stock out |
| Hook: DJ FM |
| «The facts |
| Behind the violent acts» --] Guru |
| «Wild on the streets, I try to maintain» --] Havoc |
| «All on the block, stays hot» --] Inspectah Deck |
| Yo, I wake up, shake up, fuck you and turn the pain up |
| I’ll scrape up, wait up, shot ya face, you got ate up |
| I change up, straight up, your motherfuckers just gave up (187) |
| Til them crack niggas pay up |
| I came up, way up, kick my feet, put my leg up |
| I blaze up, lace up bullets, hate |
| All you fake fucks |
| Wake up (Wake up…) |
| Bust a flame, why you lay up |
| I’ll aim a, .38 plate, yo, to your face, what (FEE, FI, FO, FUM) |
| The place |
| Watch me taste, but |
| I made up, weight up |
| But them others took a paycut |
| Raise up, ace up my sleeve, please, I came up |
| Say what, I’ll save up cash and bring my case up (DUN, DUN-DUN-DUN, DUN) |
| This Puerto Roc is caged up |
| I’ll make up |
| Hey love, pull a gun, from my waist, what |
| They stuck |
| Gave one |
| When you bring up my name up |
| I’ll weigh up the dope, chop the coke while they played them (Played them…) |
| Repeat Hook |