Текст песни Tragedy Khadafi - Blood Type
Tragedy Khadafi - Blood Type слова песни
(Intro)All my niggas out thereLet me tell y`all niggas one thingAs we move into this motherfuckin futureShit is gonna get realer, shit is gonna get realer manAll my niggas out thereKeep your mind on your paper, babyAnd watch these motherfuckin` hoes`Cause these hoes is bitchesand niggas is bitches tooAnd you can`t trust `emSo I ask my niggas...YoYo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seedMy life speed, that`s why we all smoke weedThug mind be inside of the livest niggasArt of War was designed by the wisest killasWrote the thug book, only the truth get spitTook my hooks like you wrote that shit(Foul bitch)Tell them niggas how you rock my jewels, rock my clothesYo i aim red dot when i spot my foeTaught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beatsIf it wasn`t for me you`d probably be on the streetFuckin` up packedNiggas comin at cha wit gatSame nigga at the show you got watchin ya backWe can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the streetDraw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meetEat your food like animal dog, raw meatSay my name if you want more beef...I don`t associate wit niggas who switchfake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitchYo my glock kick, ready to spitFoul shitPuttin` bulletholes all in your cliqueWho you wit?All my niggas live the thug lifeI can`t fuck wit niggas if they ain`t my blood typeIf I don`t get you with the knife, then the slug mightBefore you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtypeAll my niggas live the thug lifeI can`t fuck wit niggas if they ain`t my blood typeIf I don`t get you with the knife, then the slug mightBefore you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype What`s your blood type?YoYo Allah -huaBlaze y`all with nine ruger?Capital?, stay tuned, I`ll be back soonMahdi 2-5-to Munafi KunWhen the grass low, all them snakes`ll showLike them niggas in your team that`s starvin` the blowLike a sweet thug on OZ, HBOFuckin` wit any clique that`s ready to blowHot night, catch you backstage, stop the showTie you up in the back of the rowThey knowTie you up in the back of the rowAnd you knowYo, father rule, Blood in, power ruleI represent 2-5-to, God-YouTime zone, born alone, die aloneYo I blaze any nigga wit chrome in my zoneBe the blind justiceAutomatic gat never trust itOnly revolvers, climax when I bus` itA-alike mean one and the sameTrue hustlers - WHAT? - we understandin` the game2-5 be my set so what set you claimMy niggas bleed through similar veinsWe like blood type one and the sameWe like blood type one and the sameAll my niggas live the thug lifeI can`t fuck wit niggas if they ain`t my blood typeIf i don`t get you wit the knife then the slug mightBefore you bring a nigga in know his blood typeAll my niggas live the thug lifeI can`t fuck wit niggas if they ain`t my blood typeIf i don`t get you wit the knife then the slug mightBefore you bring a nigga in know his blood typeWhat`s your blood type?Yo a-alike, that mean true to the gameWest coast thugs, my niggas like one and the sameJust like east coast, yo we one and the sameNiggas bleed through similar veinWe like blood type, one and the sameWe like blood type, one and the sameTell them niggas who the father to your style isYo you started off winnin` the race, but lost mileageFormula`s crime scienceBow down to something far greaterMahdi, royally your highnessQueen`s finestBuck your all-star lineupMy Artie Clay tear your spine upGet my shine upArtie Clay tear your spine upAnd get my shine upYo, yo, death before dishonorY`all niggas smoke too much marijuanaThinkin` you could be me, take my persona...(trails off)