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Tragedy Khadafi - Blood Type lyrics
Intro) All my niggas out there Let me tell y'all niggas one thing As we move into this motherfuckin future Shit is gonna get realer shit is gonna get realer man All my niggas out there Keep your mind on your paper baby And watch these motherfuckin' hoes 'Cause these hoes is bitches and niggas is bitches too And you can't trust 'em So I ask my niggas... Yo Yo cross breed 2 5 Arab seed My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed Thug mind be inside of the livest niggas Art of War was designed by the wisest killas Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit Took my hooks like you wrote that shit (Foul bitch) Tell them niggas how you rock my jewels, rock my clothes Yo i aim red dot when i spot my foe Taught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beats If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street Fuckin' up packed Niggas comin at cha wit gat Same nigga at the show you got watchin ya back We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat Say my name if you want more beef ... I don't associate wit niggas who switch fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch Yo my glock kick, ready to spit Foul shit Puttin' bulletholes all in your clique Who you wit? All my niggas live the thug life I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype All my niggas live the thug life I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype What's your blood type? Yo Yo Allah -hua Blaze y'all with nine ruger ?Capital?, stay tuned, I'll be back soon Mahdi 2-5-to Munafi Kun When the grass low, all them snakes'll show Like them niggas in your team that's starvin' the blow Like a sweet thug on OZ, HBO Fuckin' wit any clique that's ready to blow Hot night, catch you backstage, stop the show Tie you up in the back of the row They know Tie you up in the back of the row And you know Yo, father rule, Blood in, power rule I represent 2-5-to, God-You Time zone, born alone, die alone Yo I blaze any nigga wit chrome in my zone Be the blind justice Automatic gat never trust it Only revolvers, climax when I bus' it A-alike mean one and the same True hustlers - WHAT? - we understandin' the game 2-5 be my set so what set you claim My niggas bleed through similar veins We like blood type one and the same We like blood type one and the same All my niggas live the thug life I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type If i don't get you wit the knife then the slug might Before you bring a nigga in know his blood type All my niggas live the thug life I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type If i don't get you wit the knife then the slug might Before you bring a nigga in know his blood type What's your blood type? Yo a-alike, that mean true to the game West coast thugs, my niggas like one and the same Just like east coast, yo we one and the same Niggas bleed through similar vein We like blood type, one and the same We like blood type, one and the same Tell them niggas who the father to your style is Yo you started off winnin' the race, but lost mileage Formula's crime science Bow down to something far greater Mahdi, royally your highness Queen's finest Buck your all-star lineup My Artie Clay tear your spine up Get my shine up Artie Clay tear your spine up And get my shine up Yo, yo, death before dishonor Y'all niggas smoke too much marijuana Thinkin' you could be me, take my persona...(trails off |
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