Raw nerves, Wet lips Stripped curves Missteps Upset On the edge of dawn. Gold blood Runs through Runs through my Cold boy Hold on Hold on my Gold blood
eat nigga Get this money on the streets nigga I got the street love Fox starts G blood Fly as a bird Got these eagles on my seat blood Then hit back where
to DJ with bruised 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
to DJ with bruised 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
see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood
you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood
me in the face And blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe) Forty in hand, I rose from
debted to weapon Love, honor, and respected But his image was different than what his character reflected Word is he?s seven-thirty his hands never dirty
to do something I look for work I get dissed like a jerk I do odd jobs And come home like a slob So here comes Dogg his gold is shivery He gives me two hundred
blood smears If you can't see a legend, I'm a make it clear: nigga I'm right here [Outro:] Golden grill, cadillac deville (drop it) nigga we pimp Grill golden
all depends on the truth See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific I done see one of my boys get ticked off and put his hands on a dirty AK and
you my nigga?, check this out Some shit done popped of right? Yeah I need you and 'tay to go handle it Aight I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga
fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles
