Blood In, Blood Out

(album: Latino Heat - 2015)

Wake up in middle of a night with a plot
Running through my mind, is nothing but evil thoughts
2-11 with a motherfucking AK, black strap with a black mask then he fade away
Hit him with a pump fake, then he got took away
Hitting around the corners, he got ops then we getaway
Fifty-one-fifty is what they labeled a nigga, cause' I be kicking through the dark and I be happy to pull the trigger
I'm toe tagging, body bagging, up on these hoes
Kicking in your skull, with these motherfucking steel toes
Getting your body with all these motherfucking hollows
Strapping out my blade, then I had to let the shit go
Aiming at your neck, if you try to disrespect
Though all my niggas will be toeing on with their motherfucking tecs
Lurking out of jungle with a knife and a vest
Talking all that shit, I'ma have to end you quick
Ride on these bustas, I'm serving them rounds
All of my niggas, be working them pounds
Moving through the block with a deadly precision
Causing, inflicting pain, that these niggas don't be wishing for
Homicidal maniac kicking through the door, with the motherfucking steel toes, and a fo' fo'
Everybody on the floor don't make no sudden movements, first nigga that I see moving Imma shoot him

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