FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!!
 Chorus:
 Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
 All my niggas get down like what
 (repeat)

 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
 And aint got none - get the shotgun cuz you hungry [whoo!]
 It's about to get ugly when the lights is out
 One, two, three ho! Three strikes you out! [uh]
 His knife was out - I think they found it still in his head
 He in a bag and I'm over here, killing his man! [c'mon]

 CHORUS (x4)

 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
 Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas - rush niggas [what]
 Doin' with the heat and they killin nuttin but time
 Fuckin' with the street you ain't feelin' nuttin but mine [c'mon]
 Tired of hearin' niggas rhyme and don't say shit [c'mon]
 Fuck is on the niggas minds, why don't they quit? [c'mon]
 Suckin' my dick lookin for somethin' new [uh]
 Let your man hold somethin' with your whole somethin' crew [uh]
 You know how niggas do: We don't forget shit
 If you there when its thin then you there when's it's thick [c'mon]
 No hitch-hikers, fuck that! The ride was rough [what]
 And every nigga that was with us, then that was rough [what]
 Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't cried enough [what]
 So now that when niggas come and get us, we fires em up [c'mon]

 CHORUS (x4)

 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
 Think how many die is gonna miss you [c'mon]
 Lean over in your casket and kiss you [uh]
 Set you on your way with a blessin'
 And pray that another learned a lesson
 Smith and Wesson earnin' money, now money's wife is a widow [what]
 (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
 Even if it means I gotta shed blood again [c'mon]
 Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me
 Really think that what you said would either make me or break me [what]
 Knowin' it don't take me - long to write
 In fact, I think I'll drop another song tonight! [c'mon]

 CHORUS (x4