Lyrics:
me the color of blood
I'm in the house only this ain't my house
I got a axe buried into some old ladies mouth
I'm outside again runnin jumpin in
of her own blood
Through a text, cut herself for something that I had done
Overseas, but I always get followed by bad luck
Bad time, I call on my homie
knocked and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you didn't hide the safe now she's fuckin in your fly estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind
a little baby being drug
From a deuce by the bumper like a little rug
What's on my mind is a motherfucking blood bath
Two stanky bitches must have asked me
you better chill
Or getcha grill, piece, torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
[Money Mike - talking]
Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some pimpin' in it
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps, and hoes, and bitches of all ages
This is
vacant
Niggas beef on the double for cheese
Add bacon
My uncle said, "Live by the gun, you die by the gun," so I gotta gun
'Cause I gotta push your
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this
[Black Child]
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in
calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives
Over colours and thangs, that they can bring
To the next plain, but the toots
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
Pulled
Jim's drowned in his tears and blood
A lady is waiting so long by the shore
The days became years she turned into a w***e
But Francis the captain won't
some ties cause my string can't tangle
They can be your blood but Cain still got Able
Gotta be like Will, my dog switch get strangled
Know that this is
I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he
psycho quick
All the ladies in the world
Is like "I love you, mac"
I fry their brain up and you fuckin'
Noggin' when I bust a rap
I find a beat I really
last
verse,flashbacks of my life passin me by backwards,
unless you getin stabbed first,
watchin ya blood run, now your facin down your own
barrol
twisted fuckin' on hella bitches
Bet ya won't make it the business
Beretta make a nigga separated
Get it blood I place them in the trenches
Make a nigga get
the ladies walk by
They go in the store and
Touch every product inside
I say nobody sees it and they
Act like it's a long shot
Is there a pubic hair floatin'
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