Young Buck - Blood in Blood Out (feat. Rizin Sun) lyrics

(feat. Rizin Sun) (Young Buck) Dis for all dem n***as out dere jackin This how we gon' put it down Dem gangsta n***as from J.C. center court 12th 3rd Avenue, my block n***a, murder murder mayne I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast (Rizin Sun) No question, I got the code Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload Hit 'em below (Young Buck) His f**in knees Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's A n***a gotta eat, ya heard me? (Rizin Sun) You know the player when we get there, k** e'rything in there Leavin no clues, like we never even been there (Young Buck) Life ain't fair, but f** it it's a new year I'm grabbin my strap, co*kin it back, and boo-yaa We almost thay-urr (Rizin Sun) Lock down the spot Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot (Young Buck) One of them all day k**ers, who's hard to spot Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not (Chorus: both 2X) It's blood in - blood out - and you know what I'm about I'm ridin high - n***a I'm ridin high So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big Cause I'm clearin the block - oh I'm clearin the block (Rizin Sun) We did our job, now we on the next mission The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin (Young Buck) No bullsh**tin, see they don't know just how we livin I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison (Rizin Sun) Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride I need the money, I can't wait a long time (Young Buck) Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line Just to get our shine on, now it's our time (Rizin Sun) Believe that, it's our turn Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned (Young Buck) We all must learn, that money is the key to life And n***as gon' die if we ain't eatin right (Chorus w/ minor variations) (Young Buck) Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love n***as snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood (Rizin Sun) Life lookin like my momma said it would Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block (Young Buck) My n***as they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks (Rizin Sun) Hold on, grab your Glock, did you see the car stop? (Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped (Young Buck) f** 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block (Rizin Sun) Oh it's on now, let's take the back route Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out (Chorus) (RS) Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (YB) Nuttin but gangsta n***as - be clearin the block (RS) Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck