Try to stop minds from growing I'll make your blood stop flowing I wet the whole entire block then I broke off Lift the boat off, Russian sickle Nikolai Volkoff I ain't never met a motherf**er that was so soft I remain fire like folk who ain't turn their stove off And I still rhyme cousin with a flawless fervor I got money and catch cases like Roethlisberger And y'all are Dennis Dixon, that's just something different I need another prescription, I got a pen addiction I got a m**m shorty now but the ex was Christian She ain't overstand the godliness of my position Anybody who ain't family is opposition The M9 got a big nose, Scottie Pippen Vinnie sipping on the Goose, god hit this marley My hands running out of fingers, young Vince Lombardi I got a tat offensive similar to Victor Charlie I meet a b**h, I don't sweat it, this ain't a Christmas party Try to stop minds from growing I'll make your blood stop flowing f** your life I make blood money with flecks of blood splatter It's drug money, the aspect of it doesn't matter All the blood and d**h is what gives it the X factor A lot of blood and sweat goes into the trespa**ers I k** swiftly, I like to take life quickly I take a pint of blood and make moonshine whiskey I like to keep the 911 lines busy I like a fun time in a crime-ridden city
All the blood that we use is worth every bump and bruise Once the hunt pursues we ain't on the Onion News I don't run from the problems I start usually We wet you up, no lifeguard on duty Then I'm at the bar or a movie Then I'm with a beauty watching hardcore nudity Had to ditch the b**h that thinks we're dating exclusively The old grey mare she ain't what she used to be Try to stop minds from growing I'll make your blood stop flowing f** your life It's f**in' life, s** my dick, no h*mo Maybe with a gun in his mouth, that's the logo Roll with a bunch of dirty n***as that rock polo You in the crib with transvesdytes, who shop photos Life a gang-bang, gunnin' them down I ain't got friends, just fans that want to beat down f** around got the mags, gun and a pound Hunt you down 'cause you a**, c*nt, and a clown Stick 'em... stick 'em I walk with the eagle, I'll make you a mic victim Aero sympton, prescription, invisible Wear your mother out like farmer's gums pretzel Shots hittin', quicker than 4G f** your lifestyle mothaf**er, that's all me That sh** ain't a slogan n***a, I meant it And I stand behind these bars like a f**in' life sentence Try to stop minds from growing I'll make your blood stop flowing f** your life