Wu-Blood Kin Lyrics
| Song | Wu-Blood Kin |
| Artist | LA the Darkman |
| Album | Heist of the Century |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Broady, Coles, Jackson, Turner | |
| Chorus：ghostface | |
| Young gods when you killed them guns you kill sons | |
| Can't get into the pen for murder one | |
| I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit | |
| Killed now son of being hit by a bullet | |
| Verse 1: la | |
| The garden of redemption | |
| Half of my clan is fenced in | |
| For being lynchmen, never listening | |
| Like sonny listen | |
| On riker's pisten | |
| 25 was no surprise | |
| He shot 3 niggas left one paralysed | |
| With bloody palms, | |
| Them niggas tried and raped his moms | |
| Start shooting at his chest | |
| Shells went to his charms on saint nicks | |
| Call that branch the weed spot kid | |
| 2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid | |
| He mailed the cleves to an island off the florida keys | |
| Bent out, dunn had a 3 story penthouse | |
| 450 c on southpeak | |
| Young fakes made the move on the new york street | |
| Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga bury | |
| Check the sub though, heat key joe colombo | |
| Got a kid welled out in florida on the low | |
| Pushin' a benz-o, sips o-o and mo' | |
| He selled his smoke out the store | |
| Boe kicked in the door | |
| Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table | |
| My dunn escaped out with guns stable | |
| Of course, he fucked up sniffing white whores | |
| The german's in his laboratory with the task force | |
| Bring it too hot we self cock the full five | |
| First sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye | |
| He screamed, | |
| The rest of his police team | |
| Got ripped to death like a 88 jeans | |
| Chorus (starts at end of 2nd last line of verse1) | |
| Verse 2: 12 o'clock | |
| Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool | |
| Keep your cool feds be knocking on the door soon | |
| Said they heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom | |
| You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed wake water do 'em on him | |
| Jet skiied on 'em then flew around corner on 'em | |
| 4 o'clock in the morning i threw the ski mask on 'em | |
| My little man's on the corner when i plant it on 'em | |
| 357 slug nosing on 'em | |
| Some bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em | |
| Some bitches problem still be holding | |
| 20, 25 years on 'em they growing | |
| Now back with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it | |
| 12 o'clock is on it darkman on it | |
| And niggas don't want it | |
| Chorus (till fade) |
| zuo qu : Broady, Coles, Jackson, Turner | |
| Chorus: ghostface | |
| Young gods when you killed them guns you kill sons | |
| Can' t get into the pen for murder one | |
| I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit | |
| Killed now son of being hit by a bullet | |
| Verse 1: la | |
| The garden of redemption | |
| Half of my clan is fenced in | |
| For being lynchmen, never listening | |
| Like sonny listen | |
| On riker' s pisten | |
| 25 was no surprise | |
| He shot 3 niggas left one paralysed | |
| With bloody palms, | |
| Them niggas tried and raped his moms | |
| Start shooting at his chest | |
| Shells went to his charms on saint nicks | |
| Call that branch the weed spot kid | |
| 2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid | |
| He mailed the cleves to an island off the florida keys | |
| Bent out, dunn had a 3 story penthouse | |
| 450 c on southpeak | |
| Young fakes made the move on the new york street | |
| Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga bury | |
| Check the sub though, heat key joe colombo | |
| Got a kid welled out in florida on the low | |
| Pushin' a benzo, sips oo and mo' | |
| He selled his smoke out the store | |
| Boe kicked in the door | |
| Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table | |
| My dunn escaped out with guns stable | |
| Of course, he fucked up sniffing white whores | |
| The german' s in his laboratory with the task force | |
| Bring it too hot we self cock the full five | |
| First sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye | |
| He screamed, | |
| The rest of his police team | |
| Got ripped to death like a 88 jeans | |
| Chorus starts at end of 2nd last line of verse1 | |
| Verse 2: 12 o' clock | |
| Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool | |
| Keep your cool feds be knocking on the door soon | |
| Said they heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom | |
| You shoulda swooped on ' em stayed wake water do ' em on him | |
| Jet skiied on ' em then flew around corner on ' em | |
| 4 o' clock in the morning i threw the ski mask on ' em | |
| My little man' s on the corner when i plant it on ' em | |
| 357 slug nosing on ' em | |
| Some bitches that was bugging for him you know ' em | |
| Some bitches problem still be holding | |
| 20, 25 years on ' em they growing | |
| Now back with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it | |
| 12 o' clock is on it darkman on it | |
| And niggas don' t want it | |
| Chorus till fade |
| zuò qǔ : Broady, Coles, Jackson, Turner | |
| Chorus: ghostface | |
| Young gods when you killed them guns you kill sons | |
| Can' t get into the pen for murder one | |
| I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit | |
| Killed now son of being hit by a bullet | |
| Verse 1: la | |
| The garden of redemption | |
| Half of my clan is fenced in | |
| For being lynchmen, never listening | |
| Like sonny listen | |
| On riker' s pisten | |
| 25 was no surprise | |
| He shot 3 niggas left one paralysed | |
| With bloody palms, | |
| Them niggas tried and raped his moms | |
| Start shooting at his chest | |
| Shells went to his charms on saint nicks | |
| Call that branch the weed spot kid | |
| 2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid | |
| He mailed the cleves to an island off the florida keys | |
| Bent out, dunn had a 3 story penthouse | |
| 450 c on southpeak | |
| Young fakes made the move on the new york street | |
| Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga bury | |
| Check the sub though, heat key joe colombo | |
| Got a kid welled out in florida on the low | |
| Pushin' a benzo, sips oo and mo' | |
| He selled his smoke out the store | |
| Boe kicked in the door | |
| Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table | |
| My dunn escaped out with guns stable | |
| Of course, he fucked up sniffing white whores | |
| The german' s in his laboratory with the task force | |
| Bring it too hot we self cock the full five | |
| First sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye | |
| He screamed, | |
| The rest of his police team | |
| Got ripped to death like a 88 jeans | |
| Chorus starts at end of 2nd last line of verse1 | |
| Verse 2: 12 o' clock | |
| Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool | |
| Keep your cool feds be knocking on the door soon | |
| Said they heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom | |
| You shoulda swooped on ' em stayed wake water do ' em on him | |
| Jet skiied on ' em then flew around corner on ' em | |
| 4 o' clock in the morning i threw the ski mask on ' em | |
| My little man' s on the corner when i plant it on ' em | |
| 357 slug nosing on ' em | |
| Some bitches that was bugging for him you know ' em | |
| Some bitches problem still be holding | |
| 20, 25 years on ' em they growing | |
| Now back with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it | |
| 12 o' clock is on it darkman on it | |
| And niggas don' t want it | |
| Chorus till fade |
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