Song | It's In My Blood Part II |
Artist | Yukmouth |
Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
*(dmg)* | |
Yeah. | |
Make sure that shit be playin real loud. | |
(me and yuk you know.) | |
Verse 1 *(dmg)* | |
Uh | |
Now once again | |
Me and my nigga | |
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 niggas | |
Forever ballin | |
Lead you to the circle, meet niggas wit purple eyes | |
Can't forget my niggas who live on the north side | |
Could you club what? | |
G-d's | |
Throw up yo fins nigga | |
It's all mighty | |
Now what it is, it's part two nigga | |
It's brand new (brand new) | |
Juss fo' you | |
Now where you from nigga? | |
I'm from the mid-west | |
Who want some nigga? | |
I leave yo shit wet | |
Now is it you nigga? | |
You got the balls? | |
Well bring it on nigga, i kills &em all | |
I thought you knew nigga | |
Oh you ain't hear the first? | |
It's in my blood nigga | |
But now it's way worse | |
It's in my blood. | |
(it's in my mutha fuckin blood! nigga!) | |
Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
It's in my blood | |
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds | |
And fuckin wit these thugs nigga | |
It's in my blood | |
You wonder why us niggas be hustalas | |
And out there sellin drugs nigga | |
It's in my blood | |
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug | |
And make them cops bug nigga | |
It's in my blood | |
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustalas | |
Fuckin wit thugs, fuckin wit us! | |
Verse 2 *(yukmouth)* | |
Regime life | |
Shit trife nigga | |
Slangin china white at night | |
Get light nigga | |
2 point 2 pounds of white | |
My shit tight nigga | |
What yo grip like? | |
Ship like a half a million when i'm fuckin wit mics | |
Bustin on mics | |
Wit 5 mics to back it | |
Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my nigga d flip it backwards | |
Regime killas nigga | |
The captain | |
The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves | |
You niggas still jackin | |
That's why i'm livin ill, steel packin | |
Dive on top of niggas and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill | |
Blastin | |
A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie | |
I bet a nigga'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 ass in san antoni | |
Cuz niggas bologney like oscar myers | |
Mobb attire | |
Makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire | |
Fence this | |
I pimp shit | |
Relentless | |
The guiness book world record holder, for fuckin over the most bitches | |
Regime shit, the thug preachable | |
Individual-ly, put niggas 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 nigga | |
It's in my blood! | |
*(chorus)* 2x |
dmg | |
Yeah. | |
Make sure that shit be playin real loud. | |
me and yuk you know. | |
Verse 1 dmg | |
Uh | |
Now once again | |
Me and my nigga | |
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 mpls, stp | |
All say it wit me | |
St. paulin | |
Southside niggas | |
Forever ballin | |
Lead you to the circle, meet niggas wit purple eyes | |
Can' t forget my niggas who live on the north side | |
Could you club what? | |
Gd' s | |
Throw up yo fins nigga | |
It' s all mighty | |
Now what it is, it' s part two nigga | |
It' s brand new brand new | |
Juss fo' you | |
Now where you from nigga? | |
I' m from the midwest | |
Who want some nigga? | |
I leave yo shit wet | |
Now is it you nigga? | |
You got the balls? | |
Well bring it on nigga, i kills em all | |
I thought you knew nigga | |
Oh you ain' t hear the first? | |
It' s in my blood nigga | |
But now it' s way worse | |
It' s in my blood. | |
it' s in my mutha fuckin blood! nigga! | |
Chorus yukmouth | |
It' s in my blood | |
Smokin sweets, drink 40' s to the suds | |
And fuckin wit these thugs nigga | |
It' s in my blood | |
You wonder why us niggas be hustalas | |
And out there sellin drugs nigga | |
It' s in my blood | |
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug | |
And make them cops bug nigga | |
It' s in my blood | |
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustalas | |
Fuckin wit thugs, fuckin wit us! | |
Verse 2 yukmouth | |
Regime life | |
Shit trife nigga | |
Slangin china white at night | |
Get light nigga | |
2 point 2 pounds of white | |
My shit tight nigga | |
What yo grip like? | |
Ship like a half a million when i' m fuckin wit mics | |
Bustin on mics | |
Wit 5 mics to back it | |
Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my nigga d flip it backwards | |
Regime killas nigga | |
The captain | |
The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves | |
You niggas still jackin | |
That' s why i' m livin ill, steel packin | |
Dive on top of niggas and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill | |
Blastin | |
A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie | |
I bet a nigga' 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 ass in san antoni | |
Cuz niggas bologney like oscar myers | |
Mobb attire | |
Makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire | |
Fence this | |
I pimp shit | |
Relentless | |
The guiness book world record holder, for fuckin over the most bitches | |
Regime shit, the thug preachable | |
Individually, put niggas 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 nigga | |
It' s in my blood! | |
chorus 2x |
dmg | |
Yeah. | |
Make sure that shit be playin real loud. | |
me and yuk you know. | |
Verse 1 dmg | |
Uh | |
Now once again | |
Me and my nigga | |
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 mpls, stp | |
All say it wit me | |
St. paulin | |
Southside niggas | |
Forever ballin | |
Lead you to the circle, meet niggas wit purple eyes | |
Can' t forget my niggas who live on the north side | |
Could you club what? | |
Gd' s | |
Throw up yo fins nigga | |
It' s all mighty | |
Now what it is, it' s part two nigga | |
It' s brand new brand new | |
Juss fo' you | |
Now where you from nigga? | |
I' m from the midwest | |
Who want some nigga? | |
I leave yo shit wet | |
Now is it you nigga? | |
You got the balls? | |
Well bring it on nigga, i kills em all | |
I thought you knew nigga | |
Oh you ain' t hear the first? | |
It' s in my blood nigga | |
But now it' s way worse | |
It' s in my blood. | |
it' s in my mutha fuckin blood! nigga! | |
Chorus yukmouth | |
It' s in my blood | |
Smokin sweets, drink 40' s to the suds | |
And fuckin wit these thugs nigga | |
It' s in my blood | |
You wonder why us niggas be hustalas | |
And out there sellin drugs nigga | |
It' s in my blood | |
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug | |
And make them cops bug nigga | |
It' s in my blood | |
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustalas | |
Fuckin wit thugs, fuckin wit us! | |
Verse 2 yukmouth | |
Regime life | |
Shit trife nigga | |
Slangin china white at night | |
Get light nigga | |
2 point 2 pounds of white | |
My shit tight nigga | |
What yo grip like? | |
Ship like a half a million when i' m fuckin wit mics | |
Bustin on mics | |
Wit 5 mics to back it | |
Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my nigga d flip it backwards | |
Regime killas nigga | |
The captain | |
The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves | |
You niggas still jackin | |
That' s why i' m livin ill, steel packin | |
Dive on top of niggas and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill | |
Blastin | |
A real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie | |
I bet a nigga' 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 ass in san antoni | |
Cuz niggas bologney like oscar myers | |
Mobb attire | |
Makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire | |
Fence this | |
I pimp shit | |
Relentless | |
The guiness book world record holder, for fuckin over the most bitches | |
Regime shit, the thug preachable | |
Individually, put niggas 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 nigga | |
It' s in my blood! | |
chorus 2x |