Blood Type

(intro)
 All my niggas out there
 Let me tell y'all niggas one thing
 As we move into this motherfuckin future
 Shit is gonna get realer shit is gonna get realer man
 All my niggas out there
 Keep your mind on your paper baby
 And watch these motherfuckin' hoes
 'cause these hoes is bitches
 And niggas is bitches too
 And you can't trust 'em
 So i ask my niggas...
 Yo
 Yo cross breed 2 5 arab seed
 My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed
 Thug mind be inside of the livest niggas
 Art of war was designed by the wisest killas
 Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
 Took my hooks like you wrote that shit
 (foul bitch)
 Tell them niggas how you rock my jewels, rock my clothes
 Yo i aim red dot when i spot my foe
 Taught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beats
 If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street
 Fuckin' up packed
 Niggas comin at cha wit gat
 Same nigga at the show you got watchin ya back
 We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street
 Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet
 Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat
 Say my name if you want more beef
 ...
 I don't associate wit niggas who switch
 Fake thug like sammy the bull, turn snitch
 Yo my glock kick, ready to spit
 Foul shit
 Puttin' bulletholes all in your clique
 Who you wit?
 All my niggas live the thug life
 I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
 If i don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
 Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype
 All my niggas live the thug life
 I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
 If i don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
 Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype
 What's your blood type?
 Yo
 Yo allah -hua
 Blaze y'all with nine ruger
 ? capital?, stay tuned, i'll be back soon
 Mahdi 2-5-to munafi kun
 When the grass low, all them snakes'll show
 Like them niggas in your team that's starvin' the blow
 Like a sweet thug on oz, hbo
 Fuckin' wit any clique that's ready to blow
 Hot night, catch you backstage, stop the show
 Tie you up in the back of the row
 They know
 Tie you up in the back of the row
 And you know
 Yo, father rule,
 Blood in, power rule
 I represent 2-5-to, god-you
 Time zone, born alone, die alone
 Yo i blaze any nigga wit chrome in my zone
 Be the blind justice
 Automatic gat never trust it
 Only revolvers, climax when i bus' it
 A-alike mean one and the same
 True hustlers - what? - we understandin' the game
 2-5 be my set so what set you claim
 My niggas bleed through similar veins
 We like blood type one and the same
 We like blood type one and the same
 All my niggas live the thug life
 I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
 If i don't get you wit the knife then the slug might
 Before you bring a nigga in know his blood type
 All my niggas live the thug life
 I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
 If i don't get you wit the knife then the slug might
 Before you bring a nigga in know his blood type
 What's your blood type?
 Yo a-alike, that mean true to the game
 West coast thugs, my niggas like one and the same
 Just like east coast, yo we one and the same
 Niggas bleed through similar vein
 We like blood type, one and the same
 We like blood type, one and the same
 Tell them niggas who the father to your style is
 Yo you started off winnin' the race, but lost mileage
 Formula's crime science
 Bow down to something far greater
 Mahdi, royally your highness
 Queen's finest
 Buck your all-star lineup
 My artie clay tear your spine up
 Get my shine up
 Artie clay tear your spine up
 And get my shine up
 Yo, yo, death before dishonor
 Y'all niggas smoke too much marijuana
 Thinkin' you could be me, take my persona...(trails off)