Verse 1:
[dmg]
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
Im from the hood
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
Its in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin with these niggas
And till I die I gon remain with these niggas
St. paul in
The m-p-l-s, I hear you callin
I put it down yes
Now chris rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields nigga
These niggas will kill
This aint no cap-gun shots, nigga
This a glock, pah, pah,
Its death on your block
Knock, knock
Whuts up nigga?
These sirenes start singing
Its me and yuk with the l-g in the makin
Its stinkin, freakin
Bowlin on the weekend
Creepin, seekin
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo stacks
Im dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the d into the m and the m into the g
And I bring the b-o-m-b-?
Nigga
Chorus
[yukmouth]
Its in my blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fuckin wit these thugs, nigga
Thats in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustelers
And out there slingin drugs, nigga
Thats in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
Its in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustelers
Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!
Verse 2:
[yukmouth]
Its in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin crack in the mid 80s
Back in the day when shit was crackin
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin
For shippin and handelin taxes was added
Thats where the a-raps headin
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
Stuffin that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin drugs only cause we love money
Im a nigga, hes a nigga,
Would you like to be a nigga too
Makin big scrilla like these niggas do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My niggas just flew in from ga
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to youngstown ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,
And fuck with your mind
Nigga
Chorus
Verse 3:
[big mike]
Niggas betray themselves as low key,
Broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Aint no wars cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothin nice
Niggas know just what its like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin us
Blindly chasin that life we lust
I blush,
Bottles, havin thoughts and iring dreams
Goin down and roll fast
Tryin to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
Not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasnt meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and i
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin what I love
Its in my blood
Chorus x2
