Hey hey Hey hey Let the rain come down on me Hey hey Hey hey I see people and they're craving blood And I'm so rarely understood Well I don't know what
up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood pour
they was unprepaired Who would tell it how it really was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the west coast L.A. south central fool Where the crips and the bloods
her In the life of a gangster, use to rob bankster But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I'
, I see the brake lights Hit the back door, I lay down cross the floor E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber squeal Blood's on my gear from caps I've
You ever see your partner die? No? Well I have You ever see your father die? No? Well I have You ever see your mother die? No? Well I have So shut
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of
ll (Repeat) Verse: What the fuck you niggas wanna do man? Nigga this ain?t rap its that real shit You better chill bitch Before my niggas lay ?em deeper than well
get forgiven in a song Well that's a touch, my lad They sold the rights to all the wrongs And when they knew you'd give me songs "Welcome back", I said The blood
s not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood Oh it's all It's all trouble in my hands And its all up the walls Well the stale chips are up and
a winna and put it up in the air Got that lil' dress on, you comin' up outta there, yeah She like that, you like that? You say you bite, well, I bite
that Bulls ***, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side 'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside' What up, Blood
stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fucking She get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, Bitch I do it for the bloods And every
a time everywhere he turned Shady Aftermath was all ya heard But they say 50 sang too much And Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well
to you bum bitches and your ten dollar dresses Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious Salty bitches tryin' to raise a nigga blood pressure Grown
a red light, I'm dead right! Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? They say you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it Well call
a red light, i'm dead right! highway to heaven, god do you see my headlights? they say you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it well call
up, ho's down Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground