Scarface - In My Blood Lyrics
Verse 1:[dmg]You wonder why,I hang with these thugsWhut,Im from the hoodNigga,I gives a ***** (I gives a *****)Its in my bloodSince I was little I been hangin with these niggasAnd till I die I gon remain with these niggasSt. paul inThe m-p-l-s, I hear you callinI put it down yesNow chris rock were you atI heard you say some shit about some blacksNigga, this been your ass backCome see the real dealStay in the fields niggaThese niggas will killThis aint no cap-gun shots, niggaThis a glock, pah, pah,Its death on your blockKnock, knockWhuts up nigga?These sirenes start singingIts me and yuk with the l-g in the makinIts stinkin, freakinBowlin on the weekendCreepin, seekinMe, till the currencyGimme stacks up on mo stacksIm dubble parked for the trainEven your moms know my nameI be the d into the m and the m into the gAnd I bring the b-o-m-b-?NiggaChorus[yukmouth]Its in my bloodSmokin sweets, drink 40s to the sudsAnd *****in wit these thugs, niggaThats in my bloodYou wonder why us niggas be hustelersAnd out there slingin drugs, niggaThats in my bloodThat drug money, stuff that shit up under the rugAnd make that nigga bug, niggaIts in my bloodNiggas like me turn niggas like you into hustelers*****in wit us, *****in wit us!Verse 2:[yukmouth]Its in my veinsLike a chain-reactionHow it all happenedPaps is slangin crack in the mid 80sBack in the day when shit was crackinNiggas pay 38 for a packageTightly rappinFor shippin and handelin taxes was addedThats where the a-raps headinEven when I sleep they in cavageLavage shitDo automatics with scopes under my mattressWith the dope and the drugmoney,Stuffin that shit up under the rugmoneyThug hungryTakin drugs only cause we love moneyIm a nigga, hes a nigga,Would you like to be a nigga tooMakin big scrilla like these niggas doYou probably be a drugdealer tooScan and tuned in to the boys in blueListen for cluesIn the kitchen bakin up peruvian flakeIt takes28 gramsMultiplied by 36 zips to makeA triple beam brake, a triple beam shakeA hundred grams on the triple beam flake2.2 pounds to be straightMy niggas just flew in from gaReady to buy 4 kilosThen drive slow back to youngstown ohioSo ***** these rhymesLet me stick my dick in your ear,And ***** with your mindNiggaChorusVerse 3:[big mike]Niggas betray themselves as low key,Broken down and fabricatedEasily ejaculated, table with and half way fadedAint no wars cause they made itThat type of bullshit is outdatedBut I played it like I laid itMy partners have always said thatIt was set me upFor lifeMoney, clothes and hoes but road I chose wasNothin niceNiggas know just what its like to be hustelersGovernors from strugglers*****es lovin usBlindly chasin that life we lustI blush,Bottles, havin thoughts and iring dreamsGoin down and roll fastTryin to get what my eyes have seenFried of me, huhNigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to seeBut part not I was blind to the point,Not even I could see, or that I could beObviouslyI wasnt meant for me this type of trickeryHit me with the type of mysteryLay it down like historyWith the intend of be myself and iStreet desire, easilaPiece of mind, I was least to findSome sassinessHossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercistNobody was meant for it, it was deadlyAnd I was discontentWith the shit that life once sentGovernment depend, now most of my time is spentEscapin what I loveIts in my bloodChorus x2
