[Intro:]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood!
[Chorus:]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.
[Verse 1:]
My dogs is dogs, with official bloodlines,
I say, «Stop being greedy,» get a plate, you want mine,
Why do niggas always force you take it back to the streets?
Can I at least go one year without spittin' the heat?
Mothafuckas think it's sweet until you get yo chest messed up,
Two days later he's dressed up – let him rest up,
He ain't goin' nowhere, no time soon,
Remember «High Noon»? Last thing he heard was boom!
Can I get some room or do I gots to, make me a path?
Break you in half – fake niggas make me laugh,
Y'all niggas is funny, still talkin' ‘bout money,
And ain't got none, get the shotgun ‘cause you hungry.
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out,
One, two, three – ho. that's three strikes, you out!
His knife was out, I think they found it still in his hand,
He in a bag, and I'm over here killin' his man!
[Chorus:]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.
[Verse 2:]
I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong,
And I'm startin' to get that same feeling that kept me wrong,
Can't afford to trust niggas ‘cause niggas lust figures,
Plus, niggas is scared to bust niggas, rush niggas.
Duelin' with the heat and ain't killin' nothing but time,
Fuckin' with the street, but you ain't feelin' nothing but mine,
Tired of hearin' niggas rhyme that don't say shit,
Fuck is on them niggas minds, why don't they quit?
Suckin' my dick lookin' for something new,
Let your man hold something with your hold something crew,
You know how niggas do, we don't forget shit,
If you was there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick.
No hitchhikers, fuck that, the ride was rough,
And every nigga that was wit' us, that died was Ruff,
A lot of niggas that are wit' us ain't cried enough,
So now when niggas come and get us, we fires ‘em up.
[Chorus:]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.
[Verse 3:]
Mothafuckas thought that the X would stop,
But I got niggas like, «Yo, who's the next to drop?»
From his camp, get the stamp, grand champ, it's official,
Think when you die how many's gon' miss you,
Lean over in your casket and kiss you,
Send you on your way with a blessing,
And pray that another learned a lesson,
Smith and Wesson ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow.
Gave it to him full blast? Nah, dog, just a little.
Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves,
I'll murder ten of you fools before you're ready to choose,
You either win or you lose, and I love to win,
Even if it means I gotta shed blood again.
Keep the bank account doublin', but don't hate me,
Really thought that what you said would either, make me or break me?
Knowin' it don't take me long to write,
Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another song tonight.
Come on!
[Chorus:]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
All my niggas get down like what.