life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it? How could it be mine
, I'd put him straight away But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood
friend of mine The blood became alive When I was trapped inside And I can feel the dark passenger coming My mother's blood and mine Uniquely intertwined
of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine They will shake
you best friend he DT And that dog sniffin in the back ain't Lassie And I ain't rhymed in a minute, but ya'll ain't catch up And that ain't blood on your
ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for
ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for
'Cause you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine
selfish? If you we're really my best friend you'd want this for me! Miley: If you we're really my best friend you'd understand why I can't do it. Lily
But wait why do i have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes Im on the 10 o clock news for steady Murdering crews and there
over ham dinner If they really missed you so much Why don't they just call a (Muthafucka) ? If you wasn't blood, would you still have love? Or infact does the blood
my window, I can turn into a bat Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed I crash through the window and land on your head Drinking the blood, blood
call all your friends Watch me throw down From the need of vacation We're speeding from triple hate and artifacts We're still superiors And as for
is impeccable I'm not to be fucked with, with shit Let that bitch breathe! I'm way too important to be talking extorting Asking me for a portion is like asking me for
young and so fine, And seek not your fortune in the dark, dreary mines. It will form as a habit and seep in your soul, 'Till the stream of your blood
't long for things things to fall apart Because the system that he bought aint got no heart From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes The American