Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood!
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines
 I say, "Stop Being Greedy," get a plate, you want mine
 Why do niggas always force you take it back to the streets?
 Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat?
 Motherfuckers think it's sweet until you get your chest messed up
 Two days later, he's dressed up, let him rest up
 He ain't going nowhere, no time soon
 Remember High Noon? Last thing he heard was "Boom"!
 Can I get some room or do I gots to, make me a path?
 Break you in half, fake niggas make me laugh
 Y'all niggas is funny, still talking 'bout money
 And ain't got none, get the shotgun 'cause you hungry
 It's about to get ugly when the, lights is out
 One, two, three, ho that's three strikes you out
 His knife was out, I think they found it still in his hand
 He in a bag and I'm over here, killing his man!
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
 And I'm starting to get that same feeling that kept me wrong
 Can't afford to trust niggas 'cause niggas lust figures
 Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas, rush niggas
 Dueling with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time
 Fucking with the street, but you ain't feeling nothing but mine
 Tired of hearing niggas rhyme that don't say shit
 Fuck is on them niggas minds, why don't they quit?
 Sucking my dick looking for something new
 Let your man hold something with your hold something crew
 You know how niggas do, we don't forget shit
 If you was there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick
 No hitchhikers, fuck that, the Ryde was Ruff
 And every nigga that was wit' us, that died was Ruff
 A lot of niggas that are wit' us, ain't cried enough
 So now when niggas come and get us, we fires 'em up
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Motherfuckers, thought that the, X would stop
 But I got niggas like, "Yo, who's the next to drop?"
 From his camp, get the stamp, grand champ, it's official
 Think when you die, how many's gon' miss you?
 Lean over in your casket and kiss you
 Send you on your way with a blessing
 And pray that another learned a lesson
 Smith & Wesson ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow
 (Gave it to him full blast?) Nah dog, just a little
 Beside rap, I don't talk but make plenty of moves
 I'll murder, ten of you fools before your men and them choose
 You either, win or you lose, and I, love to win
 Even if it means I gotta shed blood again
 Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me
 Really thought that what you said would either, make me or break me?
 Knowin' it don't take me long to write
 Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another, song tonight
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what