It’s In My Blood Part II lyrics

*(DMG)*

Yeah
Make sure that sh*t be playin real loud
(Me and Yuk you know.)

Verse 1 *(DMG)*

Uh
Now once again
Me and my n*gga
It's In My Blood
We straight killas
I be the D and to the M an the M and to the G
Comin from the M-P-L-S, S-T-P
All say it wit me
St. Paulin
Southside n*ggas
Forever ballin
Lead you to the circle, meet n*ggas wit purple eyes
Can't forget my n*ggas who live on the north side
Could you club what?
G-D's
Throw up yo fins n*gga
It's all mighty
Now what it is, it's part two n*gga
It's brand new (brand new)
Juss fo' you
Now where you from n*gga?
I'm from the Mid-West
Who want some n*gga?
I leave yo sh*t wet
Now is it you n*gga?
You got the balls?
Well bring it on n*gga, I kills 'em all
I thought you knew n*gga
Oh you ain't hear the first?
It's In My Blood n*gga
But now it's way worse
It's In My Blood
(It's In My mutha f*ckin Blood! 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
It's In My Blood
You wonder why us n*ggas be hustalas
And out there sellin drugs n*gga
It's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that sh*t up under the rug
And make them cops bug n*gga
It's In My Blood
n*ggas like me turn n*ggas like you into hustalas
f*ckin wit thugs, f*ckin wit us!

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

Regime life
sh*t trife n*gga
Slangin China white at night
Get light n*gga
2 point 2 pounds of white
My sh*t tight n*gga
What yo grip like?
Ship like a half a million when I'm f*ckin wit mics
Bustin on mics
Wit 5 mics to back it
Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my n*gga D flip it backwards
Regime killas n*gga
The captain
The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves
You n*ggas still jackin
That's why I'm livin ill, steel packin
Dive on top of n*ggas and feel like Action Jackson, wit my 9 mill
Blastin
A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie
I bet a n*gga'll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money
Pandamony
See my fam is hungry
Eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they ass in San Antoni
Cuz n*ggas bologney like Oscar Myers
Mobb attire
Makin cops retire the way I, hurdle over barber wire
Fence this
I pimp sh*t
Relentless
The Guiness Book World Record holder, for f*ckin over the most b*tches
Regime sh*t, the thug preachable
Individual-ly, put n*ggas faces up on the obituals
I was taught to get the doe
It's In My Blood since I was crawlin on the rug
And pops was in the kitchen rockin up drugs
Yes sir!
Back then, I knew who I was, a thug
And still a thug until they make me feel the slugs n*gga
It's In My Blood!
*(Chorus)* 2x