Scarface - In My Blood текст песни

Verse 1:

[dmg]

You wonder why,

I hang with these thugs

Whut,

Im from the hood

Nigga,

I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)

Its in my blood

Since I was little I been hangin with these niggas

And till I die I gon remain with these niggas

St. paul in

The m-p-l-s, I hear you callin

I put it down yes

Now chris rock were you at

I heard you say some shit about some blacks

Nigga, this been your ass back

Come see the real deal

Stay in the fields nigga

These niggas will kill

This aint no cap-gun shots, nigga

This a glock, pah, pah,

Its death on your block

Knock, knock

Whuts up nigga?

These sirenes start singing

Its me and yuk with the l-g in the makin

Its stinkin, freakin

Bowlin on the weekend

Creepin, seekin

Me, till the currency

Gimme stacks up on mo stacks

Im dubble parked for the train

Even your moms know my name

I be the d into the m and the m into the g

And I bring the b-o-m-b-?

Nigga

Chorus

[yukmouth]

Its in my blood

Smokin sweets, drink 40s to the suds

And fuckin wit these thugs, nigga

Thats in my blood

You wonder why us niggas be hustelers

And out there slingin drugs, nigga

Thats in my blood

That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug

And make that nigga bug, nigga

Its in my blood

Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustelers

Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!

Verse 2:

[yukmouth]

Its in my veins

Like a chain-reaction

How it all happened

Paps is slangin crack in the mid 80s

Back in the day when shit was crackin

Niggas pay 38 for a package

Tightly rappin

For shippin and handelin taxes was added

Thats where the a-raps headin

Even when I sleep they in cavage

Lavage shit

Do automatics with scopes under my mattress

With the dope and the drugmoney,

Stuffin that shit up under the rugmoney

Thug hungry

Takin drugs only cause we love money

Im a nigga, hes a nigga,

Would you like to be a nigga too

Makin big scrilla like these niggas do

You probably be a drugdealer too

Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue

Listen for clues

In the kitchen bakin up peruvian flake

It takes

28 grams

Multiplied by 36 zips to make

A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake

A hundred grams on the triple beam flake

2.2 pounds to be straight

My niggas just flew in from ga

Ready to buy 4 kilos

Then drive slow back to youngstown ohio

So fuck these rhymes

Let me stick my dick in your ear,

And fuck with your mind

Nigga

Chorus

Verse 3:

[big mike]

Niggas betray themselves as low key,

Broken down and fabricated

Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded

Aint no wars cause they made it

That type of bullshit is outdated

But I played it like I laid it

My partners have always said that

It was set me up

For life

Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was

Nothin nice

Niggas know just what its like to be hustelers

Governors from strugglers

Bitches lovin us

Blindly chasin that life we lust

I blush,

Bottles, havin thoughts and iring dreams

Goin down and roll fast

Tryin to get what my eyes have seen

Fried of me, huh

Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see

But part not I was blind to the point,

Not even I could see, or that I could be

Obviously

I wasnt meant for me this type of trickery

Hit me with the type of mystery

Lay it down like history

With the intend of be myself and i

Street desire, easila

Piece of mind, I was least to find

Some sassiness

Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist

Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly

And I was discontent

With the shit that life once sent

Government depend, now most of my time is spent

Escapin what I love

Its in my blood

Chorus x2