beyond the clouds Something heavy coming down tonight It's in my blood It was a bright night When my soul went out of hell It's in my blood Feel I was
smoke my way And let’s go We’re now smoking with the best (the best) Now where’s there’s smoke, there’s fire Where there’s fire, there’s flames Where
clear My baby mama's not dead (uh-uhh) she's still alive and bitchin (yup) And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin It's not syphilis, and as for
for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still real
's where I learned my fly talk Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it
I'm always battling through You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's
hear me though, uhh, but they don't but they don't... I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse
God Bless America You know you know God Bless Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain
to my shoes (Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my baby mamma (Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas (Shine) - I'ma spend it 'til it's gone
blow ya mind It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes [Chorus: Fiend] If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it Never see me holdin
's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard [T-Rock] Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock
some dope, wit a razor boy remember that Crop a mix with Smilax Take a gun and cock it back Now I'm bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit
] Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad From my brains from my blood from my
' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's
G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees to the smoke fest Wanna take a toke? Yes, the newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me
my crew Lemme hear you say fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) To all my dogs that's straight blunted Run around in the 500 All day
I sit each night Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn
I'm on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore When you so good that you can't say it, 'cause it ain't even cool for you to sound
