Yukmouth - It's In My Blood Part Ii lyrics

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Yukmouth - It's In My Blood Part Ii lyrics

*(dmg)* Yeah. Make sure that sh** be playin real loud. (me and yuk you know.) Verse 1 *(dmg)* Uh Now once again Me and my n***a It's in my blood We straight k**as I be the d and to the m an the m and to the g Comin from the m-p-l-s, s-t-p All say it wit me St. paulin Southside n***as Forever ballin Lead you to the circle, meet n***as wit purple eyes Can't forget my n***as who live on the north side Could you club what? G-d's Throw up yo fins n***a It's all mighty Now what it is, it's part two n***a It's brand new (brand new) Juss fo' you Now where you from n***a? I'm from the mid-west Who want some n***a? I leave yo sh** wet Now is it you n***a? You got the balls? Well bring it on n***a, i k**s I thought you knew n***a Oh you ain't hear the first? It's in my blood n***a But now it's way worse It's in my blood. (it's in my mutha f**in blood! 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 It's in my blood You wonder why us n***as be hustalas And out there sellin d** n***a It's in my blood That drug money, stuff that sh** up under the rug And make them cops bug n***a It's in my blood n***as like me turn n***as like you into hustalas f**in wit thugs, f**in wit us! Verse 2 *(yukmouth)* Regime life sh** trife n***a Slangin china white at night Get light n***a 2 point 2 pounds of white My sh** tight n***a What yo grip like? Ship like a half a million when i'm f**in wit mics Bustin on mics Wit 5 mics to back it Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my n***a d flip it backwards Regime k**as n***a The captain The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves You n***as still jackin That's why i'm livin ill, steel packin Dive on top of n***as and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill Blastin A real a**a**in, juss invite me to your mansion homie I bet a n***a'll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money Pandamony See my fam is hungry Eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they a** in san antoni Cuz n***as bologney like oscar myers Mobb attire Makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire Fence this I pimp sh** Relentless The guiness book world record holder, for f**in over the most b**hes Regime sh**, the thug preachable Individual-ly, put n***as faces up on the obituals I was taught to get the doe It's in my blood since i was crawlin on the rug And pops was in the kitchen rockin up d** Yes sir! Back then, i knew who i was, a thug And still a thug until they make me feel the slugs n***a It's in my blood! *(chorus)* 2x

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