Solomon Childs - See Me in Blood lyrics

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Solomon Childs - See Me in Blood lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, k**er Mob, Veno what's good boy, Huh Will Geiss, Harold [Chorus: Will Geiss] You'd better see me in blood See me when you see me, When you see me have your semi because I'm rollin with thugs That ain't afraid of nothin, f** around and press the bu*ton on ya See me in blood Never catch me ride'n without somethin on the side because I'm move'n on up Up through ranks, I got money in the banks or um Gone have to see me in blood [Solomon Childs] Rebel of America, America's rebel Spit out rug cutters, Aim scopes out of shutters This be that New York City gutter k**a Bamz heavy metal, That black Metallica Boulevard stamina, The marijuana never canoe Sharp shooter, Trap shooter, Prosecute'n the executor Up burst the nights with non-stop gun fire Unidentified suspects that tie you in barb wire This the meaning of going hay wire In the kitchen of Hell's fire Building my empire with blood s**in vampires Armed with chrome hammers that be spittin that rapid fire [first five lines of Chorus] [Will Geiss] The principle, Used to be invisible, But remain invincible Til the point to where they think that you ain't rich no more Likely find me chillin in a white tee Nike's, And a bullet proof right under my wife beat That's just how my life be, Prayer after prayer I'll be wondering where Christ be, Damn what I'm sayin I'm hope'n they he don't stike me while I'm on these night streets Tryna make somethin out of nothin, Guns bustin And I'm trustin no one but me, Glock in the front seat Better be ready for them haters cause they come'n silently If you feelin just like me, Tell them haters Tell them, Tell them haters, Gotta see me in blood [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] When my family go to church for me I tell em to pray Cause you never tell if the guns'll spray Or how the momentum will sway, World War casualties This a motherf**in dooms day, s**ers talkin that down play Prepare for gun play, And I ain't give'n no leeway This my movie and I'm write'n the screen play Gangsta's protege with appeal, The competition'll kneel I'm built stronger then steel, Voice box rocks, Stunned appeal Squeeze weapons, Send bodies through the air Doin cartwheels, Dedicated to n***as in penitentiaries yards You stick to them n***as, Bodies leak oatmeal [Chorus]

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