Flesh Of My Flesh Blood Of My Blood

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood


Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my niggas get down like what

My dogs is dogs with official blood line
I say stop bein' greedy get a plate an' you want mine
Why do them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets,
Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat?
Mutha fuckas think you sweet 'till you get your chest messed up
Two days later you dressed up - let em rest up
He ain't goin' no where, no time soon
Remember how I knew him? last thing he heard was boom!
And I get some room until I gots ta make me a path
Break you in half - fake niggas make me laugh
Y'all niggas is funny, still talkin' bout money
And aint got none - get the shotgun cuz you hungry [whoo!]
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out
One, two, three ho! Three strikes you out! [uh]
His knife was out - I think they found it still in his head
He in a bag and I'm over here, killing his man! [c'mon]


I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I'm startin' to get that same feelin' that kept me wrong
I can't afford to trust niggas, cuss niggas, lust figures
Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas - rush niggas [what]
Doin' with the heat and they killin nuttin but time
Fuckin' with the street you ain't feelin' nuttin but mine [c'mon]
Tired of hearin' niggas rhyme and don't say shit [c'mon]
Fuck is on the niggas minds, why don't they quit? [c'mon]
Suckin' my dick lookin for somethin' new [uh]
Let your man hold somethin' with your whole somethin' crew [uh]
You know how niggas do: We don't forget shit
If you there when its thin then you there when's it's thick [c'mon]
No hitch-hikers, fuck that! The ride was rough [what]
And every nigga that was with us, then that was rough [what]
Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't cried enough [what]
So now that when niggas come and get us, we fires em up [c'mon]


Mutha fucka thought that the X would stop
When I got niggas like "Yo, who's the next to drop?"
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official
Think how many die is gonna miss you [c'mon]
Lean over in your casket and kiss you [uh]
Set you on your way with a blessin'
And pray that another learned a lesson
Smith and Wesson earnin' money, now money's wife is a widow [what]
(Give to 'em full blast?) Nah dog, just a little
Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves
I'll murder ten of you fools before you ready to choose
Either win or you lose - and I love to win
Even if it means I gotta shed blood again [c'mon]
Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me
Really think that what you said would either make me or break me [what]
Knowin' it don't take me - long to write
In fact, I think I'll drop another song tonight! [c'mon]