| Dis for all dem niggas out dere jackin
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| This how we gon' put it down
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| Dem gangsta niggas from J.C. center court 12th
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| 3rd Avenue, my block
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| Nigga, murder murder mayne
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| I come nake faceded, ain’t no need for a ski-mask
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| From neck down, I’m black down, eye to eye when I blast
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| No question, I got the code
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| Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload
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| Hit 'em below
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| His fuckin knees
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| Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki’s
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| A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?
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| You know the player when we get there, kill e’rything in there
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| Leavin no clues, like we never even been there
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| Life ain’t fair, but fuck it it’s a new year
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| I’m grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa
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| We almost thay-urr
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| Lock down the spot
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| Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot
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| One of them all day killers, who’s hard to spot
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| Jackin all y’all whether it’s dark or not
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| It’s blood in — blood out — and you know what I’m about
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| I’m ridin high — nigga I’m ridin high
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| So don’t get in if you ain’t about it spendin it big
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| Cause I’m clearin the block — oh I’m clearin the block
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| We did our job, now we on the next mission
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| The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin
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| No bullshittin, see they don’t know just how we livin
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| I’m goin all out, I ain’t scared to go to prison
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| Make your own decision, it’s gon' be a long ride
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| I need the money, I can’t wait a long time
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| Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line
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| Just to get our shine on, now it’s our time
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| Believe that, it’s our turn
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| Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned
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| We all must learn, that money is the key to life
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| And niggas gon' die if we ain’t eatin right
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| w/ minor variations
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| Who you know livin right, ain’t nobody spreadin love
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| Niggas snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood
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| Life lookin like my momma said it would
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| Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I’m on my block
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| My niggas they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
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| From J.C. the center court life’s hard knocks
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| Hold on, grab your Glock, did you see the car stop?
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| (Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped
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| Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
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| Represent how I’m livin, keep on drivin down the block
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| Oh it’s on now, let’s take the back route
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| Get your mac out, it’s blood in blood out
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| Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
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| Nuttin but gangsta niggas — be clearin the block
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| Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood In Blood Out , by - Young Buck. Song from the album TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп