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brooklyn zu - blood is love lyrics

[chorus: 12 o’clock]
love is love, we bang with you, cause
we from the streets, don’t die tryin’ to eat, blood
we carry heat and wait for beef
got n-gg-z that’ll stab you and watch you leak, blood
love is love, we bang with you, cause
we from the streets, don’t die tryin’ to eat, blood
we carry heat and wait for beef
got n-gg-z that’ll stab you and watch you leak

[buddha monk:]
yo, bet i ain’t worried about none of you cats (nah)
i’ll smack you, drag you, stab you then clap you (come here)
aftermath you, franklin shuttle strap you
b-st-rd you, it’s no games with you
so, take ya stickin’, drippin’, that’s smellin dirty & stinkin’
ya sinkin’ from f-ckin’ with them kings of sin
the team that win is zu carved in every skin
a few good men who refuse to die, never let you win
you gone with wind, arm ya men, i’ll run through them
anybody left? sixteen slugs in him
you can’t win, i said it, meant it, live it
done did it, man, all y’all n-gg-z just forget it (huh?)

[chorus]

[merdoc:]
i rock and roll with soul, my a/k/a sideshow
my n-gg-z talk in codes, little freedom told me “lock and load”
i’m so with it, and my style is meal ticket
i let my gun glistens, when i toss ain’t no missin’
pour me some cheap wine, i got livin’ on my mind
and i’m a for sure shine, y’all n-gg-z know the time
full of street crime, eat, sleep, sh-t with the nine
sit back and recline as i burn some good pine

[shorty sh-tstain:]
n-gg-z ain’t used to sh-t
n-gg-z get a little bit of bread they don’t know how to act
i’m a about to start settin’ traps for cats like that
a brooklyn zu warrior yo holla right back
yo, n-gg-z got the game f-cked up
talkin’ ’bout this “bling, bling” and all this cars and stuff
sh-t i’m ’bout to be evicted
i’m lookin’ for the next thing i could stick quick
buddha give me the gat

[chorus x0.5]

[12 o’clock:]
stashbox mercedes jeep
got rocks in the jesus piece, and the teeth, n-gg-
twenty threes on the mb, the gucci fleece
von dutch, pair of jeans and them puma sneaks
see ya “scrubs” like tlc
i’m in the benz on the bqe burnin’ trees listenin’ to m.o.p.
pounds of weed sown in the seam in the seats
big guns and we yellin’ like “f-ck the police”
got n-gg-z that’s natural born thieves
and they tie a n-gg- up from the bottom of his pants to his sleeves
tell the truth and you better believe
put the barrel to ya head right now n-gg-, dare you to sneeze

[chorus]

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