we know it could be done Could you (mettle us), mettle fame cream by my team seem Make a wrong move and I'mma make your blood prove that They can get
be a fake punk is a mystery Just gwaan mon do what you do Nuh bodda hype afta mi nuh bodda look pon mi crew CHO!!! All these fake niggaz is runnin around
so sensual caught up in the he say, she say blog sites, him and her, broke up World star, Nah right dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all write found out, friends fake
the people listen what I spin, put 'em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We
can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails in my
knock all day Jehova, but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
free And we're running with blood on our knees I could change the world I could make it better Kick it up and down Take a chance on me When you fake
weez niggaz is off the rocker Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor Takin' names and takin' orders Ya fake
they gorgeous White girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light skinned women, biracial hateful toward themselves Denyin' even they blood
you tryin' to end up red 'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead 'Cause youse a soft type nigga, fake up north type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood
song playing an anthem of ? The horrible fanfare the horns are distorted The public announcement? ? The ? buzzards ? in the night Talons in flight Fake
We were just thirteen straight acting a fool Everyday after class Kiv's house was the spot Making crazy prank calls hoping not to get caught Best friends, blood
y'all know about incontinence? (Akiva) I got Hepatitis C from a horse, but no confusion, It wasn't from the sex, it was the blood transfusion! (Jorma) What?! Motherfucker got horse blood
to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep Fuckin with these thugs/ thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood Ima make you
you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some
back But I nip it at the bud because I'm not down for dyin' Muthafucka, so I go for blood And let 'em know I'm on some real shit Not with these fake
believe Just because you wear bags that means you care? You have the right to abuse and treat my people Like they're animals on the street? I'll be damned Your bloods
grains My hood talking nigga keep it simple and plain To let me explain the game break it down and cutting the levels like Tetris This youngest killer gone blood