In My Blood lyrics

by

Bushwick Bill


Verse 1:
[DMG]
You wonder why
I hang with these thugs
Whut
I'm from the hood
n*gga
I gives a f*ck (I gives a f*ck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these n*ggas
And till I die I gon remain with these n*ggas
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 sh*t about some blacks
n*gga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields n*gga
These n*ggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, n*gga
This a Glock, pah, pah
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up n*gga?
These sirenes start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm 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-?
n*gga
Chorus
[Yukmouth]
It's In My Blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And f*ckin wit these thugs, n*gga
That's In My Blood
You wonder why us n*ggas be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, n*gga
That's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that sh*t up under the rug
And make that n*gga bug, n*gga
It's In My Blood
n*ggas like me turn n*ggas like you into hustelers
f*ckin wit us, f*ckin wit us!

Verse 2:
[Yukmouth]
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when sh*t was crackin'
n*ggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage sh*t
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney
Stuffin' that sh*t up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we love money
I'm a n*gga, he's a n*gga
Would you like to be a n*gga too
Makin' big scrilla like these n*ggas 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 n*ggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So f*ck these rhymes
Let me stick my di*k in your ear
And f*ck with your mind
n*gga
Chorus

Verse 3:
[Big Mike]
n*ggas betray themselves as low key
Broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bullsh*t 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
n*ggas know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
b*tches 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
n*gga 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 wasn't 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 sh*t and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the sh*t that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood
Chorus x2
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