ฟังเพลงBlood

Blood - Son Doobie/Sick Jacken

Written by：Sick Jacken/Son Doobie

Sick side

Sick Jack-en

My clique sticks tight 'cause my dawgs I grew with

Some are life time yo this ain't some new sh*t

I'm on some sick symphonies down for life sh*t

I like it

Got my fam with me my dawgs I rock mics with

You might think it's all business

What the f**k is this

It's music first that's why we got in this

Cats from legit end corrupt when it

Gets spread in this camp

That's how we avoid the bad endin'

This player played enough and it's to know

This game ain't right

I'm on my twenty eighth season

And still breathin'

Got

Cats on these streets that wanna see me bleedin'

But I

Party and b******t 'til it's time for me to be leavin'

Believe in no one outside the bloodline

All kinds of swine tryin' to infiltrate mine

My mind's ready for that

It's deadly in fact my block

Prepared me for that it's not steady of times

Yo I'll knock out hop out

Six hundred with the top down

Hostile I'll rock out 4 5 stick ya bars out

Fall out lucked out ain't worthy of a strong 'bout

Stomp out chop down motherf**kers just drop down

Kaboom boom boom

Drop ya a** pull the drop out

Locked down pop out the trunk yo hold the spot down

Watch you all washed out

Crews went the wrong route

Calm down I'll knock out punks

With they palms out

Ding ding ding ding ding

First round you get bombed out

I brought out

I shot out my double pump

Yo stop now

Hot out case the streets wipe the blood a hot town

Lock out pop blaow them niggas tryin' to cop out

Chop ya jaw flip ya gun pound

Goin' all out

Motherf**kers feel my call out

Toss out what now make niggas wanna walk out

I'll come out dumb in twenty fours with the stock out

The facts behind the violent acts

Wild on the streets I try to maintain

All on the block stays hot

Yo

I wake up shake up f**k you and turn the pain up

I'll scrape up wait up shot ya face

You got ate up

I change up straight up

Your motherf**kers just gave up 1 8 7

Till them crack niggas pay up

I came up way up kick my feet put my leg up

I blaze up lace up bullets hate

All you fake f**ks

Wake up

Wake up

Bust a flame why you lay up

I'll aim a 38 plate yo to your face what

Fee fi fo fum

The place

Watch me taste but

I made up weight up

But them others took a paycut

Raise up ace up my sleeve please I came up

Say what I'll save up cash and bring my case up

Dun dun-dun-dun dun

This puerto roc is caged up

I'll make up

Hey love pull a gun from my waist what

They stuck

Gave one

When you bring up my name up

I'll weigh up the d**e chop the coke

While they played them

The facts behind the violent acts

Wild on the streets I try to maintain

All on the block stays hot