: Well I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said "
head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, fuck the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood
Outlaw Pete... He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail Here at the bank in his diapers
[DMX] Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like
Damnit I'm proud to buy my own bag to fill my dutch Planted my own seed now a month without bud Granted I got the fee and we don't pump the same blood
gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all Nigga
thugs, gangsta pimps Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit We came to stop the bank, don't blink be
the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me Then jam the freak with a broom - blood
R-uin pimpin for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin' bitch I got to do what the fuck I got to do sippin' pop pills smoke good and bank spru' stupid
It's going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse You did this nigga, shit talkin You wanna talk about something nigga Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank
work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but i ain't theif enough
] like a north wind breezin' your body again like a slow day makin' it's way in the dark to a mouth where the feelings start rushing out like the blood
day makin' its way in the dark To a mouth where the feelings start Rush out like the blood from the beating heart The blood from the beating heart The blood
Tragedy seems to come in a pair of expensive shows Never notice the disguise until it walks up and slaps you in the mouth Can't say that is very subtle
, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank
shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
mouth Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out A cold blooded motherfucker, that
up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood pour