Big Mike - In My Blood lyrics

Verse 1: [DMG] You wonder why I hang with these thugs Whut I'm from the hood n***a I gives a f** (I gives a f**) It's in my blood Since I was little I been hangin' with these n***as And till I die I gon remain with these n***as St. Paul in The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin' I put it down yes Now Chris Rock were you at I heard you say some sh** about some blacks n***a, this been your a** back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields n***a These n***as will k** This ain't no cap-gun shots, n***a This a Glock, pah, pah It's d**h on your block Knock, knock Whut's up n***a? These sirenes start singing It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on the weekend Creepin, seekin' Me, till the currency Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks I'm dubble parked for the train Even your moms know my name I be the D into the M and the M into the G And I bring the B-O-M-B-? n***a Chorus [Yukmouth] It's In My Blood Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds And f**in wit these thugs, n***a That's In My Blood You wonder why us n***as be hustelers And out there slingin' d**, n***a That's In My Blood That drug money, stuff that sh** up under the rug And make that n***a bug, n***a It's In My Blood n***as like me turn n***as like you into hustelers f**in wit us, f**in wit us! Verse 2: [Yukmouth] It's in my veins Like a chain-reaction How it all happened Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's Back in the day when sh** was crackin' n***as pay 38 for a package Tightly rappin' For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added That's where the A-raps headin' Even when I sleep they in cavage Lavage sh** Do automatics with scopes under my mattress With the dope and the drugmoney Stuffin' that sh** up under the rugmoney Thug hungry Takin' d** only cause we love money I'm a n***a, he's a n***a Would you like to be a n***a too Makin' big scrilla like these n***as do You probably be a drugdealer too Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue Listen for clues In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake It takes 28 grams Multiplied by 36 zips to make A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake A hundred grams on the triple beam flake 2.2 pounds to be straight My n***as just flew in from GA Ready to buy 4 kilos Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio So f** these rhymes Let me stick my dick in your ear And f** with your mind n***a Chorus Verse 3: [Big Mike] n***as betray themselves as low key Broken down and fabricated Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded Ain't no wars cause they made it That type of bullsh** is outdated But I played it like I laid it My partners have always said that It was set me up For life Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was Nothin' nice n***as know just what it's like to be hustelers Governors from strugglers b**hes lovin' us Blindly chasin' that life we lust I blush Bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams Goin' down and roll fast Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen Fried of me, huh n***a for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see But part not I was blind to the point Not even I could see, or that I could be Obviously I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery Hit me with the type of mystery Lay it down like history With the intend of be myself and I Street desire, easila Piece of mind, I was least to find Some sa**iness Hossisiless it gets to sh** and praise to the farmer innercist Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly And I was discontent With the sh** that life once sent Government depend, now most of my time is spent Escapin' what I love It's in my blood Chorus x2