Lyrics:
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Like the blood in your veins
My heart is a haunted house
Once you're in you ain't gettin' out
It's the trap you've been waitin' for
dodgin' the rest
Got my in the hood, disregardin' the press
No disrespect, I'm a brother so pardon my
Blood blower, rep for my boy to follower
She
chasing
Imma do it for my clique
C walkers blood talkers
I can get yo a** hit
Plus rugers in the whip
They be barking like a pitbull
Just call it stephen
soon their blood be shed
I'm not counting the dead
Sealed their fate by my hand
Thirst
It never ends
It grows
My curse of pain
I need
To crucify
You
Hollow eyes, smeared in mud
Will my blood be enough?
clear
Take hold of my hand
Together we bring
Blood and fire
A dark shroud consuming…
Fears fully realized
Have I been conquered?
Bitter words churn my
hope
You are my wild blood
Unbound by love
The gods' rain graces your sweet skin
Deep and high above
We find light for the journey within
We greet
pull up
In the green whip
FMF the family
You ain't blood than
We ain't seen shit
Speaking on my brother
You get wrapped up
On the scene shit
Gang
sold my eyes, they return to the stars.
Nobody was holding my hands.
Trembling alone in my crutches I was.
No one stood by my side.
No one stood with
sold my eyes, they return to the stars.
Nobody was holding my hands.
Trembling alone in my crutches I was.
No one stood by my side.
No one stood with
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
the gates on our block, we in the front (uh, yeah)
Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones
Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds (uh, yeah)
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot
Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two
Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food
Shoutout to my boys born in February
The homie Big Joose and my boy Rood Pherny
Stay winning since I was young I had a plan
Blood or no relation still eat
Grace bade me in
Called me by my name
Brought me to a table to eat
I said, “Lord, no, I cannot”
Guilty of sin and dust
I drew back in uncertainty
(Blood) Thicker Than Water
by Murphy's Ford
Me and my cousin Randy never really got along too good
Ain't seen eye to eye since his daddy died he
Eyes covered in bleach
I'm praying hard for the peace
Pray to god ion die by the piece
I saw your blood on the leaves
I saw you walking with the thieves
My hands tremble
As I sit and ramble
With a devilish grin
Smeared across my face
I'm enchanted
By this ill trance that's
Got me lost in this cramped
trenches dug in the back of my mind
I go over the top time after time
Me and the ones we left behind (Faces I'll always remember)
Now there's no fight
I just want to see The Brighter Day
they still wanna take my rights away
Lord can you point me in the right direction direction yeah
Blood
to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
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