Lyrics
(Intro)
All my niggas out there
Let me tell y'all niggas one thing
As we move into this motherfuckin future
Shit is gonna get realer, shit is gonna get realer man
All my niggas out there
Keep your mind on your paper, baby
And watch these motherfuckin' hoes
'Cause these hoes is bitches
and niggas is bitches too
And you can't trust 'em
So I ask my niggas...
Yo
Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed
My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed
Thug mind be inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that shit
(Foul bitch)
Tell them niggas how you rock my jewels, rock my clothes
Yo i aim red dot when i spot my foe
Taught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beats
If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street
Fuckin' up packed
Niggas comin at cha wit gat
Same nigga at the show you got watchin ya back
We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street
Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet
Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat
Say my name if you want more beef
...
I don't associate wit niggas who switch
fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch
Yo my glock kick, ready to spit
Foul shit
Puttin' bulletholes all in your clique
Who you wit?
All my niggas live the thug life
I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype
All my niggas live the thug life
I can't fuck wit niggas if they ain't my blood type
If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might
Before you bring a nigga in, know his bloodtype
What's your blood type?
Yo