Bleed the Same Blood Lyrics
| Song | Bleed the Same Blood |
| Artist | Maino |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Artist | Anthony Hamilton |
| Album | Year of the Dragon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ft. Maino & | |
| Anthony Hamilton (Yea!) | |
| We all bleed the same blood (Yea!) | |
| And we beat on the same drug (Yea!) | |
| It’s not about where you’re at (Yea!) | |
| It’s about where you come from | |
| And I’mma keep on thuggin’ to the day | |
| I die Wait up in | |
| Atlantic, told ‘em let me go | |
| Smack my air and all and grab him by his throat | |
| Playing with my life and get you yellow taped | |
| Runnin’ in and out the chugs like | |
| I’m a yellow mace | |
| All black fleet like when | |
| Obama get in | |
| Missiles aimed at your building like | |
| Osama living | |
| Fuck ‘em alls but | |
| I’m screaming from the | |
| Mazzy seat | |
| How I cross them hardcore like it’s flamin’ greek | |
| Dig deep, feelin’ pain in my homie’s face | |
| And only then you understand why my homies bad | |
| Stapped up, this is | |
| S fuckin’ damn nigga | |
| Gun boys be like they know it’s a real nigga | |
| Man bus bleed the same blood | |
| Handcuffed to the bus, we the same thugs | |
| Never fear, just know that | |
| I’mma ride for ya | |
| All black | |
| Bentley, welcome to my mafia (Yea!) | |
| We all bleed the same blood (Yea!) | |
| And we beat on the same drug (Yea!) | |
| It’s not about where you’re at (Yea!) | |
| It’s about where you come from | |
| And I’mma keep on thuggin’ to the day | |
| I die I gotta tell somebody else | |
| I’m passionate about keepin’ this money | |
| Hand on the nose that be plottin’ on takin’ it from me | |
| Some of these niggas forget | |
| I be makin’ it funny | |
| We’re pendin’ like my fingers rotted and paper come blooded | |
| In case you ain’t knowin’ we backed out my nigga in the country | |
| Until I make these niggas black with the strength of a monkey | |
| Then let’s see | |
| I’m the boss, bitch address me as | |
| Mr. The feelings you told to me you get at the | |
| Bellavista | |
| We move in silence, bitch you’d better whisper | |
| It’s sizzle the street but they heat until they hella blister | |
| So much bottles, got ‘em for every drinker | |
| So much head, | |
| I be callin’ mammy a happy thinker | |
| Victorious like a nigga conquered another nation | |
| Buyin’ bottles and drinkin’ to drown the sufferation | |
| You give a fuck about your plan, watch how | |
| I handle that | |
| If it ain’t | |
| YMCMB conglomerate, cancel that (Yea!) | |
| We all bleed the same blood (Yea!) | |
| And we beat on the same drug (Yea!) | |
| It’s not about where you’re at (Yea!) | |
| It’s about where you come from | |
| And I’mma keep on thuggin’ to the day | |
| I die I gotta tell somebody else | |
| So inspirin’ when a nigga doubt me | |
| Look around and see how niggas try to count me out | |
| Only if niggas stepped in my shoes and took a walk | |
| And thought of shit | |
| I sacrificed | |
| I wouldn’t have to talk | |
| And I’m like a bitch’s blouse on a clothes line | |
| Am cheating how | |
| I stumbled on another gold mine | |
| While I’m gracin’ what | |
| God be having for me | |
| You can never stop what is destined, | |
| I hope you’re happy for me |
| Ft. Maino | |
| Anthony Hamilton Yea! | |
| We all bleed the same blood Yea! | |
| And we beat on the same drug Yea! | |
| It' s not about where you' re at Yea! | |
| It' s about where you come from | |
| And I' mma keep on thuggin' to the day | |
| I die Wait up in | |
| Atlantic, told ' em let me go | |
| Smack my air and all and grab him by his throat | |
| Playing with my life and get you yellow taped | |
| Runnin' in and out the chugs like | |
| I' m a yellow mace | |
| All black fleet like when | |
| Obama get in | |
| Missiles aimed at your building like | |
| Osama living | |
| Fuck ' em alls but | |
| I' m screaming from the | |
| Mazzy seat | |
| How I cross them hardcore like it' s flamin' greek | |
| Dig deep, feelin' pain in my homie' s face | |
| And only then you understand why my homies bad | |
| Stapped up, this is | |
| S fuckin' damn nigga | |
| Gun boys be like they know it' s a real nigga | |
| Man bus bleed the same blood | |
| Handcuffed to the bus, we the same thugs | |
| Never fear, just know that | |
| I' mma ride for ya | |
| All black | |
| Bentley, welcome to my mafia Yea! | |
| We all bleed the same blood Yea! | |
| And we beat on the same drug Yea! | |
| It' s not about where you' re at Yea! | |
| It' s about where you come from | |
| And I' mma keep on thuggin' to the day | |
| I die I gotta tell somebody else | |
| I' m passionate about keepin' this money | |
| Hand on the nose that be plottin' on takin' it from me | |
| Some of these niggas forget | |
| I be makin' it funny | |
| We' re pendin' like my fingers rotted and paper come blooded | |
| In case you ain' t knowin' we backed out my nigga in the country | |
| Until I make these niggas black with the strength of a monkey | |
| Then let' s see | |
| I' m the boss, bitch address me as | |
| Mr. The feelings you told to me you get at the | |
| Bellavista | |
| We move in silence, bitch you' d better whisper | |
| It' s sizzle the street but they heat until they hella blister | |
| So much bottles, got ' em for every drinker | |
| So much head, | |
| I be callin' mammy a happy thinker | |
| Victorious like a nigga conquered another nation | |
| Buyin' bottles and drinkin' to drown the sufferation | |
| You give a fuck about your plan, watch how | |
| I handle that | |
| If it ain' t | |
| YMCMB conglomerate, cancel that Yea! | |
| We all bleed the same blood Yea! | |
| And we beat on the same drug Yea! | |
| It' s not about where you' re at Yea! | |
| It' s about where you come from | |
| And I' mma keep on thuggin' to the day | |
| I die I gotta tell somebody else | |
| So inspirin' when a nigga doubt me | |
| Look around and see how niggas try to count me out | |
| Only if niggas stepped in my shoes and took a walk | |
| And thought of shit | |
| I sacrificed | |
| I wouldn' t have to talk | |
| And I' m like a bitch' s blouse on a clothes line | |
| Am cheating how | |
| I stumbled on another gold mine | |
| While I' m gracin' what | |
| God be having for me | |
| You can never stop what is destined, | |
| I hope you' re happy for me |
| Ft. Maino | |
| Anthony Hamilton Yea! | |
| We all bleed the same blood Yea! | |
| And we beat on the same drug Yea! | |
| It' s not about where you' re at Yea! | |
| It' s about where you come from | |
| And I' mma keep on thuggin' to the day | |
| I die Wait up in | |
| Atlantic, told ' em let me go | |
| Smack my air and all and grab him by his throat | |
| Playing with my life and get you yellow taped | |
| Runnin' in and out the chugs like | |
| I' m a yellow mace | |
| All black fleet like when | |
| Obama get in | |
| Missiles aimed at your building like | |
| Osama living | |
| Fuck ' em alls but | |
| I' m screaming from the | |
| Mazzy seat | |
| How I cross them hardcore like it' s flamin' greek | |
| Dig deep, feelin' pain in my homie' s face | |
| And only then you understand why my homies bad | |
| Stapped up, this is | |
| S fuckin' damn nigga | |
| Gun boys be like they know it' s a real nigga | |
| Man bus bleed the same blood | |
| Handcuffed to the bus, we the same thugs | |
| Never fear, just know that | |
| I' mma ride for ya | |
| All black | |
| Bentley, welcome to my mafia Yea! | |
| We all bleed the same blood Yea! | |
| And we beat on the same drug Yea! | |
| It' s not about where you' re at Yea! | |
| It' s about where you come from | |
| And I' mma keep on thuggin' to the day | |
| I die I gotta tell somebody else | |
| I' m passionate about keepin' this money | |
| Hand on the nose that be plottin' on takin' it from me | |
| Some of these niggas forget | |
| I be makin' it funny | |
| We' re pendin' like my fingers rotted and paper come blooded | |
| In case you ain' t knowin' we backed out my nigga in the country | |
| Until I make these niggas black with the strength of a monkey | |
| Then let' s see | |
| I' m the boss, bitch address me as | |
| Mr. The feelings you told to me you get at the | |
| Bellavista | |
| We move in silence, bitch you' d better whisper | |
| It' s sizzle the street but they heat until they hella blister | |
| So much bottles, got ' em for every drinker | |
| So much head, | |
| I be callin' mammy a happy thinker | |
| Victorious like a nigga conquered another nation | |
| Buyin' bottles and drinkin' to drown the sufferation | |
| You give a fuck about your plan, watch how | |
| I handle that | |
| If it ain' t | |
| YMCMB conglomerate, cancel that Yea! | |
| We all bleed the same blood Yea! | |
| And we beat on the same drug Yea! | |
| It' s not about where you' re at Yea! | |
| It' s about where you come from | |
| And I' mma keep on thuggin' to the day | |
| I die I gotta tell somebody else | |
| So inspirin' when a nigga doubt me | |
| Look around and see how niggas try to count me out | |
| Only if niggas stepped in my shoes and took a walk | |
| And thought of shit | |
| I sacrificed | |
| I wouldn' t have to talk | |
| And I' m like a bitch' s blouse on a clothes line | |
| Am cheating how | |
| I stumbled on another gold mine | |
| While I' m gracin' what | |
| God be having for me | |
| You can never stop what is destined, | |
| I hope you' re happy for me |
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