yukmouth - it's in my blood part ii lyrics
yeah, make sure that sh-t be playin’ real loud
(me and yuk you know)
uh’ now once again me and my n-gg-
it’s in my blood we straight killas
i be the d and to the m an’ the m and to the g
comin’ from the m p l s, s t p
all say it wit me st. paulin’
southside n-gg-s forever ballin’
lead you to the circle, meet n-gg-s wit purple eyes
can’t forget my n-gg-s who live on the north side
could you club what? g d’s
throw up yo fins n-gg-, it’s all mighty
now what it is, it’s part two n-gg-
it’s brand new
(brand new)
juss fo’ you now where you from n-gg-?
i’m from the mid-west who want some n-gg-?
i leave yo sh-t wet now is it you n-gg-?
you got the b-lls? well bring it on n-gg-, i kills ‘em all
i thought you knew n-gg- oh, you ain’t hear the first?
it’s in my bood n-gg- but now it’s way worse
it’s in my blood
(it’s in my m-th-f-ckin’ blood n-gg-)
it’s in my blood smokin’ sweets, drink 40’s to the suds
and f-ckin’ wit these thugs n-gg- it’s in my blood
you wonder why us n-gg-s be hustalas
and out there sellin’ drugs n-gg- it’s in my blood
that drug money, stuff that sh-t up under the rug
and make them cops bug n-gg- it’s in my blood
n-gg-s like me turn n-gg-s like you into hustalas
f-ckin’ wit thugs, f-ckin’ wit us
regime life sh-t trife n-gg-
slangin’ china white at night
get light n-gg- 2 point 2 pounds of white
my sh-t tight n-gg-, what yo grip like?
ship like a half a million when i’m f-ckin’ wit mics
bustin’ on mics wit 5 mics to back it
kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my n-gg- d flip it backwards
regime killas n-gg- the captain
the king of crack and still rappin’, bubble up makin’ moves
you n-gg-s still jackin’ that’s why i’m livin ill, steel packin’
dive on top of n-gg-s and feel like
action jackson, wit my 9 mill blastin’
a real -ss-ssin, juss invite me to your mansion homie
i bet a n-gg-‘ll come back that same night as a mask man demandin’
money, pandamony see my fam is hungry
eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they -ss in san antoni
‘cuz n-gg-s bologney like oscar myers
mobb attire makin’ cops retire the way
i hurdle over barber wire fence this i pimp sh-t
relentless the guiness book world record holder
for f-ckin’ over the most b-tches
regime sh-t, the thug preachable
individualy, put n-gg-s faces up on the obituals
i was taught to get the doe
it’s in my blood since i was crawlin’ on the rug
and pops was in the kitchen rockin’ up drugs
yes sir back then, i knew who i was, a thug
and still a thug until they make me feel the slugs n-gg-
it’s in my blood
it’s in my blood smokin’ sweets, drink 40’s to the suds
and f-ckin’ wit these thugs n-gg- it’s in my blood
you wonder why us n-gg-s be hustalas
and out there sellin’ drugs n-gg- it’s in my blood
that drug money, stuff that sh-t up under the rug
and make them cops bug n-gg- it’s in my blood
n-gg-s like me turn n-gg-s like you into hustalas
f-ckin’ wit thugs, f-ckin’ wit us
it’s in my blood smokin’ sweets, drink 40’s to the suds
and f-ckin’ wit these thugs n-gg- it’s in my blood
you wonder why us n-gg-s be hustalas
and out there sellin’ drugs n-gg- it’s in my blood
that drug money, stuff that sh-t up under the rug
and make them cops bug n-gg- it’s in my blood
n-gg-s like me turn n-gg-s like you into hustalas
f-ckin’ wit thugs, f-ckin’ wit us
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