of the taste of blood I'm gonna write your girl a letter It'll make everything better Screaming down the phone-line to your mum She said, "Honey, ain't home right now" I bought
back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo Aiyo, stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods
sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sittin' An' with that in my blood, I was born
population Guns poppin Satan, feel our feather wings Eloheim as we bury kings Our fathers pumpin garbage in their blood streams The novel of Apollo, every thug thing Blood
Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin' Pussy stay hummin$200 parkin, summer's out of state warrants High blood
momma Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sit in And with that in my blood
of man shall stand before God!!! It has begun The beginning of the end Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church
bout my paper it's fuck, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler They say heaven's for church
rules from the old to the new school big black skinny nigga 6'4" with the .44 got the slow flow it sound like coke dough in the Benzo smokin on Coco my blood
, Italy that is Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks Charley bought some popcorn, Billy bought a car Someone almost bought
freezing in this brick bitch Winter forever Like pucks that tawny felt down with his sore furry wrist severed I walk face first through the sex, guns, and church
blood for fear of spillage Where nightfall used to be Blessed with best tranquility Its no caressed by misadventure Templars from the crusades Have birthed a church
bought, borrowed She didn?t like thugs but at the same time understood Fella?s will be fella?s 'til the end of time Good heavens you boys Blue-blooded
, that's why I make music for them niggahs thatt the rich won't hug, anythang can come out a niggah mouth but it's real in his blood, I make mistakes
of the taste of blood I'm gonna write your girl a letter It'll make everything better Screaming down the phone-line to your mum She said 'Honey ain't home right now' I bought
grew up with both parents both cheering me on, teaching me basic things like no swearing (no swearing son), It?s so apparent I came up in the church,
all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo.. Aiyyo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods "woot-woot
momma Made her sit that seat where white folks aint wanna us to eat At the tender age of 6 she was arrested for the sit in With that in my blood i was
