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cappadonna - blood brothers lyrics

[intro: cappadonna & lounge mode]
blood brothers!
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! (staten island n-ggas)
blood brothers!

[verse 1: cappadonna]
all y’all hatin’ -ss mc’s run 4 cover
long live cappadon’ that’s word to mother
i’m a staten island slike n-gga straight from the gutters
and every time you see me, i always got the b-tters
and the fat chick on the low, ready to flow
i carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow
travel across the globe, show after show
we f-ckin’ ho’s all night, that’s the goal
and there’s a bunch of y’all n-ggas that’s feelin’ the o
but do i give a sh-t about y’all? i don’t think so
i clap one of y’all n-ggas and leave you flat
and the rest of y’all b-tch -ss n-ggas’ll fall back
it’s the c-to the a-p in ya mouth
cold stab y’all n-ggas, what the f-ck y’all talkin’ about?

[chorus: cappadonna & lounge mode]
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!

[interlude: cappadonna]
homicide hills, staten island
that’s what it is

[verse 2: lounge mode]
aiyo, cap, what you speak about? n-ggas still frontin’
like we ain’t got sh-t to make a cat start runnin’
what? we blood for life, we thug for life
y’all remember in the crib when we bugged at night?
mama love always screamed on us
and sometimes, not all the time, daddy dropped cream on us
motherf-ckers wan’ get it gully back to back
take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack
and we ride together, rhyme together
eat together, talk sh-t and sleep together
in the hood we pack eat together
what you think? y’all n-ggas keep frontin’ i’ma bleed ya leather
l-o be blunt, speak twice, speak it up
how you feel about fam dogs sneakin’ up?

[chorus: cappadonna & lounge mode]
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!

[verse 3: cappadonna]
what’s wrong with y’all? i’ma sing a song for y’all
pop off ’til i get along with y’all
i’ma stay strong with y’all
knucklehead n-ggas, shaolin volume two
stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol
pop the pistol at the police that’s disturbin’ the peace
hard times on the block, guns and hair grease
i’m just tryin’ to eat, n-gga, and stack cheddar
i don’t think i’m better, i’m just a true blue n-gga
but the hood is redder
kid the way i do things is my only vendetta
original don don, and jelly green nike’s on kid the green leather
i ain’t sweatin’ sh-t for bringin’ fam dogs together
and my big d-ck go right in ya heffer

[chorus: cappadonna & lounge mode]
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!
blood brothers! suuu!

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