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Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!!
All my niggas get down like what
My dogs is dogs with official blood line
I say stop bein' greedy get a plate an' you want mine
Why do them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets,
Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat?
Mutha fuckas think you sweet 'till you get your chest messed up
Two days later you dressed up - let em rest up
He ain't goin' no where, no time soon
Remember how I knew him? last thing he heard was boom!
And I get some room until I gots ta make me a path
Break you in half - fake niggas make me laugh
Y'all niggas is funny, still talkin' bout money

It's about to get ugly when the lights is out
His knife was out - I think they found it still in his head
I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I'm startin' to get that same feelin' that kept me wrong
I can't afford to trust niggas, cuss niggas, lust figures
Doin' with the heat and they killin nuttin but time
You know how niggas do: We don't forget shit
Mutha ... fucka thought that the X would stop
When I got niggas like "Yo, who's the next to drop?"
>From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official
Set you on your way with a blessin'
And pray that another learned a lesson
(Give to 'em 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 ready to choose
Either win or you lose - and I love to win
Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me
Knowin' it don't take me - long to write