Blood - Freestyle Fellowship

Ah, see y’all niggas is trippin' now

I’m talkin' bout physical blood that you bleed

I am not talkin' about no motherfucking gangs

(We know that, we’re just bullshitting)

Goddamn, body slam, program a jam

Push the button

(It's recording everything)

Alright, well here that motherfucker is!

I’ll end all junior blood you won’t budge (all day)

Attack with a lot of laughter

While I’m steady capping your dome

With 9 millimeters of chrome

Flesh and bone marrow are thrown

Into your face, your identification is gone

Long gone

I think I’m freakin' you, oooh continue

P-ack my jewels down the avenue, oooh continue

Rescue the revenue, oooh

Underground, sixteen hundred pounds of style, marching

Look over the hill brother man, you see I’m stalking

And if you get a zoom in, you can see I’m walking

In a pack of four in a??

what?

store

It’s not for you so boom get a mac to the back take it back

Hmm, Freestyle, Heavyweight