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They Want My Blood (Remix)

 

They Want My Blood (Remix)

(альбом: Hip Hop Frontline - 2019)


What you want from me?
Such a tragedy

[Chorus:]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Casanova:]
I'm right here, nigga (Uh-huh)
And you ain't getting shit, nigga (Nothin')
Get buried in a ditch, nigga
You, you and your bitch, nigga
I got the Glock, spin your block, I'ma make it hot
Who we robbin'? Nobody, you can take the shot
I rob niggas, didn't care if it was fake or not
I'm an ape, break your face, I like to shake a lot
Are you scared? Why you tryna fucking make so loud?
I don't care, even God could fucking give a shout
Dumb fucker, blood sucker, I'll gun-butt you
And cut you, say something, you stupid motherfucker

[Chorus:]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Mozzy:]
Sweep left with the street sweeper
Gang task told the chief that I'm the ringleader
Took him out his mama's house, we tryna feed niggas
Them bullet wounds got his partner screaming, "Breathe, nigga, breathe, nigga"
I might pull up in the Jeep with the doors kit
It's a purified package if the nose drip
Pokémon, left the crime scene with a whole clip
Oh shit, acting like it jams, you ain't know shit
My brodie had to go and sit behind attempted murder
I think he tried to body you behind this nigga's murder
Yeah, that's on some whole other shit
Hundred thousand worth of chains on, we ain't tucking shit, nigga
Ayy, fuck a bitch
I ain't fucking if you fucked the bitch
If she ain't twerking up a chicken, I don't want the bitch
Pull up army head to toe, what you want to spend?
Hurry up and buy, thanks guys, come again

[Chorus:]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Joe Moses:]
Big dawg, one in the head, one in the body
Always been one of the shooters, never the driver
.40 Glock come with a broom, sweep up the problems
Stay with the cannon, no Nick, we just wilding
Blood in my veins, my pocket, and on my red bottoms
Separate the real from the fake, watch when the feds got 'em
My nigga off the Percs for real, he got a med problem
Turn a bad bitch to a bobblehead, her head bobbing
Mobbing with the K there before I was a player
I turn a double R to twenty to twenty birds of Jada
Then moved into picket like Will before the label
We ball so hard like the ball's on every layer
LA Power with white boy
Red rag gang, everything to the right, boy
Been had a bag, told 'em all I'm alright, boy
So keep your opinion if you all didn't work for it
Everybody thugging til a thug come running with a gun
Big enough to pull a slug in the motherfucking trunk
If I'm shooting, better duck, nigga, don't test
And you better check in when you hit the West

[Chorus:]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

[Shoota:]
They want my blood, I can't snooze
No kids in this game, we play by man rules
Caught slipping, better have on your dance shoes
Or get dusted off by a bum nigga that share tools
Tell whoever want me get in line
Just did a nine-two in the jobs to sit inside
Coach recognized I was too live to sit on pine
Put me in the game, I was frontline, out getting mine (Shoota)
Outlaw, nigga, fuck the law
Niggas'll kill you for the same shit they love you for
So read my lips, I leave y'all stiff
I ain't scamming with these joints, all my P's is hit
Look, I stand up straight, my knees don't bend
My posture good, need no friends
And I see no sin, you getting money to feed your kin
Put in work like SI until the RICO spin, oh

[Chorus:]
They want my blood, they want my blood
They want my blood, they want my blood

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