In My Blood

(album: My Homies - 1998)

[Verse 1:]
[DMG]
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the hood
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hanging with these Niggas
And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you calling
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields Nigga
These Niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga
This a Glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up Nigga?
These sirenes start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the making
It's stinking, freaking
Bowling on the weekend
Creepin, seeking
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B-O-M-B-?
Nigga

[Chorus]
[Yukmouth]
It's In My Blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustelers
And out there slinging drugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that Nigga bug, Nigga
It's In My Blood
Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers
Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!

[Verse 2:]
[Yukmouth]
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slanging crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was cracking
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rapping
For shipping and handeling taxes was added
That's where the A-raps heading
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
stuffing that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Taking drugs only cause we love money
I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga,
would you like to be a Nigga too
Making big scrilla like these Niggas do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My Niggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,
and fuck with your mind
Nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
[Big Mike]
Niggas betray themselves as low key,
broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothing nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches loving us
Blindly chasing that life we lust
I blush,
bottles, having thoughts and iring dreams
Going down and roll fast
Trying to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escaping what I love
It's in my blood

[Chorus x2]