Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines

I say, stop bein' greedy and I play you one line

Why them **** always force you take it back to the street

Can i at least go one year without spittin' the heat

Motherfuckers think you're sweet until you get your chest messed up

Two days, baby, he's dressed up

Let her rest up

He ain't goin' nowhere

No time soon

Remember high noon

Last thing he heard was boom

And I get some rumor

Though I gots to make me a pound

Break you in half

Fake **** make me laugh

Y'all **** is funny

Still talkin' 'bout money

And they ain't got none

Get the shotgun 'cause you hungry

It's about to get ugly when the lights is out

One tow three, all the streets strikes you out

His knife was out

I think they found it still in his head

He in the bag and I'm over here killin' his men

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong

And I'm startin' to get that same feelin' that kept me wrong

Can't afford to trust **** 'cause **** loves figures

Plus **** is scared to bust ****, rust ****

Do 'em with the heat

And they killin' nothin' but time

Fuckin' with the street

You ain't feelin' nothin' but mine

Tired of hearin' **** rhyme and don't say shit

Fuck is on the **** minds?

Why don't they quit?

Suckin' my dick lookin' for somethin' new

And your man ho somethin' with your whole somethin' crew

You know how **** do

We don't forget shit

If you were there when it's thin

And you there when it's thick

No hitchhikers

Fuck that, the ride was rough

And every **** that was with us

The dive was rough

Lotta **** that was with us

Ain't cried enough

So now when **** come and get us

We fires 'em up

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Fucker, start at the X we stop

But I got **** like, yo, who's the next to drop?

From his camp hit the stamp brand camp is official

Think when you die I bet he's gon' miss you

Lean over in your casket and kiss you

Send you on your way with a blessin'

And pray that I never learned the lessons

Smith and Wesson anybody's life

That money's wife to widow

Gave it to him four blasts

Nah, dog is little

Besides rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves

I murder ten of you fools before your met the truth

Either one of you lose and I love to win

Even if I gotta shed blood again

Keep the bank account doublin'

But don't hate me

Really thought that what you said would either make me or break me

No, and it don't take me

Lonely right

Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another song tonight

Motherfucker

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

All my **** get down like what