Blood is pumping, blood is pumping, blood is pumping Blood is pumping, blood is pumping, blood is pumping Blood is pumping, blood is pumping, blood is
's the answer to the question why In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump Face of death, then I cocked my pump I'm a nigga on
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of
your game's weak So player don't sleep The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans Pumpin' crack
in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed Had a partner
you Ace played you Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights And I'm with my big homie, Ricky, nigga, yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood
's such a pretty thing and my heart just a-thumping and a-skipping When I'm kissing my love When I'm kissing my love, I feel the blood pump-pumping in
chump Then you can run Forrest run retard when I dump They take kindness for weakness, niggas don't respect that So me, I'm with that Ruger that Pump
' for mills Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crip to Pirus this is survival Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood
telling me stories don't understand in my mind there's many, many questions bout who I am bridge: just be proud of the land where your blood comes
kinda bitter You got me feelin' down in the dumps 'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love And I have to use the self service pumps
you down with me handgun, then me goin' In me trunk for me pump for that redneck copper always on me dick So me forced to grab the pump and let the fucker
across the West Coast Muthafuckas catchin' heat as I bring anger And release more danger from my chamber The evil in my blood is possessed So I creep
he'll ever come back so hard We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood Fuck it Layz
we clown. Ready get scandlous. Where? In the cities, run from tha one they don't purchase a pound. Get to tha nigga, they drop ya. Grab my pump, pump
wid thugs gotta get to the smug Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud And all across my face was the red that lay in blood Dodging the who
