We want blood Cage match Barbed wire slash Weapons galore Blood on the floor Crowd scream for more gore We want blood!
preparin 'em For everythin I seen, who's the most feard and why they scared of 'em Well first, we need to know who we kill first Or how to know a whole
Planted by the fiends and pipes Green lights so I'm seeing-seeing everything twice Pretty much of nothing nice (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we
with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk peace in tha black community All we
G's, and they look at me before they bust? Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Is
, tell the truth though The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can
give a fuck! {DAAAAMN! } If I'm right and if I'm wrong - we hit 'em and we gone! {50 Cent! } Leave a nigga on it, it's long - early in the morn' We up
a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? Kill him
, god (what) [Chorus] (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x) [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don'
in your grave.. You a rider right, that ride tonight (come on) Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (come on) Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Y'all don't wanna war wit us, in this steel we trust When there's beef best believe we bust We can take it how you want it cuz we
We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep [
I might shoot you don't want to be a killer but my instinct gives a bad type wont even acetate to wipe away a cops life some times I want to cry but a
black bazookers, we now playin dice But we some certified crab shooters Rap barracoutas, Kill it better, pass the Buddah/Buddha We put a stop to your
one life to live, but sometimes that shit don't matta, animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta, all over shit, an leave tricks motionless, drinkin blood
