Lyrics Blood In Blood Out - Young Buck, Rizin Sun

Blood In Blood Out

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