Blood - Son Doobie, Sick Jacken

My clique sticks tight cause my dawgs I grew with

Some are life time, yo this ain’t, some new shit

I’m on some Sick Symphonies down for life shit

I like it

Got my fam with me, my dawgs, I rock mics with

You might think it’s all business

What the fuck is this

It’s music first, that’s why we got in this

Cats from legit end corrupt when it

Gets spread in this camp

That’s how we avoid the bad endin'

This player played enough, and it’s to know

This game ain’t right

I’m on my twenty eighth season

And still breathin'

Got

Cats on these streets that wanna see me bleedin'

But I

Party and bullshit til it’s time for me to be leavin'

Believe in no one outside the bloodline

All kinds of swine tryin' to infiltrate mine

My mind’s ready for that

It’s deadly, in fact, my block

Prepared me for that, it’s not steady of times

Yo, I’ll knock out, hop out, six hundred with the top down

Hostile, I’ll rock out, .45 stick ya bars out

Fall out, lucked out, ain’t worthy of a strong bout

Stomp out, chop down, motherfuckers just drop down (KABOOM, BOOM, BOOM)

Drop ya ass, pull the drop out

Locked down, pop out the trunk, yo, hold the spot down

Watch y’all washed out

Crews went the wrong route

Calm down, I’ll knock out punks

With they palms out (DING, DING, DING, DING, DING)

First round, you get bombed out

I brought out, I shot out my double pump, yo, stop now

Hot out, case the streets, wipe the blood, a hot town

Lock out, pop, blaow, them niggas tryin' to cop out

Chop ya jaw, flip ya gun pound

Goin' all out

Motherfuckers, feel my call out

Toss out, what now, make niggas wanna walk out

I’ll come out, dumb in twenty fours, with the stock out

Hook: DJ FM

«The facts

Behind the violent acts» --] Guru

«Wild on the streets, I try to maintain» --] Havoc

«All on the block, stays hot» --] Inspectah Deck

Yo, I wake up, shake up, fuck you and turn the pain up

I’ll scrape up, wait up, shot ya face, you got ate up

I change up, straight up, your motherfuckers just gave up (187)

Til them crack niggas pay up

I came up, way up, kick my feet, put my leg up

I blaze up, lace up bullets, hate

All you fake fucks

Wake up (Wake up…)

Bust a flame, why you lay up

I’ll aim a, .38 plate, yo, to your face, what (FEE, FI, FO, FUM)

The place

Watch me taste, but

I made up, weight up

But them others took a paycut

Raise up, ace up my sleeve, please, I came up

Say what, I’ll save up cash and bring my case up (DUN, DUN-DUN-DUN, DUN)

This Puerto Roc is caged up

I’ll make up

Hey love, pull a gun, from my waist, what

They stuck

Gave one

When you bring up my name up

I’ll weigh up the dope, chop the coke while they played them (Played them…)

Repeat Hook