| Yeah
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| Make sure that shit be playin real loud
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| (Me and Yuk you know.)
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| Verse 1 *(DMG)*
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| Uh
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| Now once again
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| Me and my nigga
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| It’s In My Blood
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| We straight killas
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| I be the D and to the M an the M and to the G
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| Comin from the M-P-L-S, S-T-P
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| All say it wit me
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| St. Paulin
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| Southside niggas
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| Forever ballin
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| Lead you to the circle, meet niggas wit purple eyes
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| Can’t forget my niggas who live on the north side
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| Could you club what?
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| Throw up yo fins nigga
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| It’s all mighty
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| Now what it is, it’s part two nigga
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| It’s brand new (brand new)
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| Juss fo' you
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| Now where you from nigga?
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| I’m from the Mid-West
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| Who want some nigga?
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| I leave yo shit wet
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| Now is it you nigga?
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| You got the balls?
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| Well bring it on nigga, I kills ‘em all
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| I thought you knew nigga
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| Oh you ain’t hear the first?
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| It’s In My Blood nigga
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| But now it’s way worse
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| It’s In My Blood
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| (It's In My mutha fuckin Blood! Nigga!)
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| Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
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| It’s In My Blood
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| Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
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| And fuckin wit these thugs nigga
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| It’s In My Blood
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| You wonder why us niggas be hustalas
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| And out there sellin drugs nigga
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| It’s In My Blood
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| That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
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| And make them cops bug nigga
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| It’s In My Blood
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| Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustalas
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| Fuckin wit thugs, fuckin wit us!
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| Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
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| Regime life
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| Shit trife nigga
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| Slangin China white at night
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| Get light nigga
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| 2 point 2 pounds of white
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| My shit tight nigga
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| What yo grip like?
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| Ship like a half a million when I’m fuckin wit mics
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| Bustin on mics
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| Wit 5 mics to back it
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| Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my nigga D flip it backwards
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| Regime killas nigga
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| The captain
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| The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves
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| You niggas still jackin
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| That’s why I’m livin ill, steel packin
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| Dive on top of niggas and feel like Action Jackson, wit my 9 mill
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| Blastin
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| A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie
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| I bet a nigga’ll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money
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| Pandamony
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| See my fam is hungry
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| Eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they ass in San Antoni
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| Cuz niggas bologney like Oscar Myers
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| Mobb attire
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| Makin cops retire the way I, hurdle over barber wire
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| Fence this
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| I pimp shit
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| Relentless
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| The Guiness Book World Record holder, for fuckin over the most bitches
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| Regime shit, the thug preachable
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| Individual-ly, put niggas faces up on the obituals
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| I was taught to get the doe
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| It’s In My Blood since I was crawlin on the rug
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| And pops was in the kitchen rockin up drugs
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| Yes sir!
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| Back then, I knew who I was, a thug
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| And still a thug until they make me feel the slugs nigga
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| It’s In My Blood! |