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it's in my blood, part 2 - yukmouth lyrics

-(dmg)-

yeah
make sure that sh-t be playin real loud
(me and yuk you know.)

verse 1 -(dmg)-

uh
now once again
me and my n-gga
it’s in my blood
we straight k!llas
i be the d and to the m an the m and to the g
comin from the m-p-l-s, s-t-p
all say it wit me
st. paulin
southside n-ggas
forever ballin
lead you to the circle, meet n-ggas wit purple eyes
can’t forget my n-ggas who live on the north side
could you club what?
g-d’s
throw up yo fins n-gga
it’s all mighty
now what it is, it’s part two n-gga
it’s brand new (brand new)
juss fo’ you
now where you from n-gga?
i’m from the mid-west
who want some n-gga?
i leave yo sh-t wet
now is it you n-gga?
you got the b-lls?
well bring it on n-gga, i k!lls ‘em all
i thought you knew n-gga
oh you ain’t hear the first?
it’s in my blood n-gga
but now it’s way worse
it’s in my blood

(it’s in my m-th- f-ckin blood! n-gga!)

chorus -(yukmouth)-

it’s in my blood
smokin sweets, drink 40’s to the suds
and f-ckin wit these thugs n-gga
it’s in my blood
you wonder why us n-ggas be hustalas
and out there sellin drugs n-gga
it’s in my blood
that drug money, stuff that sh-t up under the rug
and make them cops bug n-gga
it’s in my blood
n-ggas like me turn n-ggas like you into hustalas
f-ckin wit thugs, f-ckin wit us!

verse 2 -(yukmouth)-

regime life
sh-t trife n-gga
slangin china white at night
get light n-gga
2 point 2 pounds of white
my sh-t tight n-gga
what yo grip like?
ship like a half a million when i’m f-ckin wit mics
bustin on mics
wit 5 mics to back it
kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my n-gga d flip it backwards
regime k!llas n-gga
the captain
the king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves
you n-ggas still jackin
that’s why i’m livin ill, steel packin
dive on top of n-ggas and feel like action jackson, wit my 9 mill
blastin
a real -ss-ssin, juss invite me to your mansion homie
i bet a n-gga’ll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money
pandamony
see my fam is hungry
eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they -ss in san antoni
cuz n-ggas bologney like oscar myers
mobb attire
makin cops retire the way i, hurdle over barber wire
fence this
i pimp sh-t
relentless
the guiness book world record holder, for f-ckin over the most b-tches
regime sh-t, the thug preachable
individual-ly, put n-ggas faces up on the obituals
i was taught to get the doe
it’s in my blood since i was crawlin on the rug
and pops was in the kitchen rockin up drugs
yes sir!
back then, i knew who i was, a thug
and still a thug until they make me feel the slugs n-gga
it’s in my blood!

-(chorus)- 2x

- yukmouth lyrics

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