Hot Boys

Hot Boys - Blood Thicker lyrics

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Turk:
 Stickin' together like glue
 Blood is thick so I'm tight
 Swimmin' for my people
 Don't mind losin' my life
 Ridin' or fryin'
 Don't matter nigga I'm real
 All the time
 The red thicker than the clear
 Get in the way
 And you get maced in the face
 50 niggas will chase
 Put a end to yo' day
 Hit yo' set in the black on black
 With Macs
 With red dots on 'em
 Will leave you flat
 Yo' moms with the black on her
 On the front level
 6 ft. is where you be there goes the men with the shovels
 Blood thicker than water
 I'ma keep it like that
 Never turnin' my back
 And I'ma keep it like that
 Much love for my people
 They got love for me
 Outsiders get outta line
 Get burnt up from the heat
 I'ma play it how it go
 Be down to the finish
 Fuck havin' friends cuz friends turn into your enemies

 Chorus:
 (Juvenile)Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
 Load it up slide it in yall die.
 (Lil Wayne) Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
 CMB226 we all ride.

 Baby:
 Money and bitches don't mix
 Hoes shit got a lotta niggas fixed
 That's why I stick with blood thicker than water shit
 Me and my brothers split keys
 Get me 18 ounces nigga, and 10 g's
 Ridin' in convertable Rolls Royce with the HB's
 Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me
 Fuckin' right nigga I raised the B.G.
 That's why I'm a hot boy on these city streets
 Blood thicker than water I know you feel me
 Set trip motherfucker we gon' kill ya
 Change on ya brain
 Lets sneak and then peel ya
 I walk light
 Uptown
 But I still got my ghetto stripes
 I creep and peep
 Keep my hand on my heat
 I ain't gon' let no bitch nigga steal me
 I got a world
 My main hoe pregnant with my lil girl
 I gotta be here to serve her world
 Motherfuck snortin' furl
 Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin' bitch and I'ma stay rich
 But it's yo' world
 Guess what Cash Money Records stick together like blood and furl

 Juvenile:
 It's just me and you all
 I'm with whatever you wanna do all
 Let you floss in my new car
 Pop a nigga for you fall
 We deal with niggas ass together
 Build up all our cash together
 Scored our first bag together
 And stole our first Jag together
 No separation
 No outsiders could come between us
 2 felonies and misdemeaners got a subpeona
 Turnin' state
 The Hot Boy$ carry they weight
 Any false movin' the case then the fool losin' his face
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 Look what we been
 Though we did it sin
 I'm prepared to do it again
 I ain't lyin'
 My bloodline is 1 of a kind
 Fuck it we all shine
 Look and we all blind
 This shit is turned bad yeah
 You done fucked with my people now I'ma bust ya ass yeah
 Wodie, leave that alone, let that go
 Best to respect my click or check that hoe
 We shine ??
 And wax the floor
 Blood thicker than water don't you ask no mo'

 Chorus

 Lil Wayne:
 Blood thicker
 Water slicker
 And ain't no nigga
 Slick up in my click
 The 226 it consists of tru niggas
 We move ya crew be cool or lose nigga
 Now I dig
 Up in ya blood for my blood
 My click thick
 And you can't separate bloods
 Now when you ride
 Ready to die who you with
 Yo' real family or some niggas you fool with
 Now on you' side, do you really have love
 Boy we click tight stick tight that's blood
 And guess what
 We marchin' a million strong
 Terrorizin' you' section black connection is my home
 Love is the key
 Outsiders can't keep
 14 givin' my whole life to CMB
 I'ma represent it
 Solja rag, Reebok tennis
 Stick to click called 226 to the finish

 Blood thicker than water that's why my niggas they harder
 Comin' in that water
 Off top they grab the choppers and chop
 So nigga you better play solo
 U get fucked the fuck over
 So don't explain to me nigga
 Talkin' bout shit that I should
 Shut yo' mouth cuz I don't wanna hear it
 Off top that trigger get pulled
 Puttin' yo' head on flat
 Caught slippin' layin' on that back
 Niggaz spotted you creepin'
 Them chopper bullets start releasin'
 Niggas wonderin' why you wet
 They found ya dead in the projects
 Have people cryin' and thankin'
 But yo' body been stankin'
 On the ground 16 holes
 Shot up head to ya toes
 Blood all over ya clothes
 Don't fuck with me no more
 Now they know
 I ain't no hoe
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 They backin' up that CMR come up in that water

 Chorus
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