Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood!
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines
I say, "stop being greedy,
get a plate if you want mine"
Why them niggas always force
you to take it back to the streets?
Can I at least go one year without
Motherfuckers think you sweet till
your chest gets messed up
Two days later he's dressed up,
or do I gots ta make me a path?
Break you in half fake niggas
still talking about money
And ain't got none get the shotgun
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,
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my niggas get down like what
I no longer see the shadows
And I'm starting 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
and ain't killing nothing but time
Fucking with the streets you
ain't feeling nothing but mine
Tired of hearing niggas rhyme
Fuck is on a niggas mind,
looking for something new?
Let your man hold something,
with your hold-something crew
If you were there when it's thin,
then you there when it's thick
No hitchhikers, fuck that,
And every nigga that was with us,
A lot of niggas that is with
So now when niggas come and get us,
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down
thought that the X would stop
But I got niggas like 'yo,
From his camp get the stamp,
grand champ, it's official
how many's gonna 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,
Besides rap, I don't talk,
I'll murder ten of you fools,
before your ready to choose
Either win or you lose, and I luh to win
Even if it means I got to shed blood again
Keep the bank account doubling,
Really thought that what you said
would either make me or break me?
No, and it don't take me long to write
Matter fact I think I'll drop another song tonight,
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood