Brooklyn Zu - Blood Is Love lyrics

[Chorus: 12 O'Clock] Love is love, we bang with you, cuz We from the streets, don't die tryin' to eat, blood We carry heat and wait for beef Got n***as that'll stab you and watch you leak, blood Love is love, we bang with you, cuz We from the streets, don't die tryin' to eat, blood We carry heat and wait for beef Got n***as that'll stab you and watch you leak [Buddha Monk] Yo, bet I ain't worried about none of you cats (nah) I'll smack you, drag you, stab you then clap you (come here) Aftermath you, Franklin Shuttle strap you ba*tard you, it's no games with you So, take ya stickin', drippin', that's smellin Dirty & Stinkin' Ya sinkin' from f**in' with them kings of sin The team that win is Zu carved in every skin A Few Good Men who refuse to die, never let you win You Gone with Wind, arm ya men, I'll run through them Anybody left? Sixteen slugs in him You can't win, I said it, meant it, live it Done did it, man, all y'all n***as just forget it (huh?) [Chorus] [Merdoc] I rock and roll with soul, my A/K/A Sideshow My n***as talk in codes, Little Freedom told me "Lock and load" I'm so wit it, and my style is meal ticket I let my gun glistens, when I toss ain't no missin' Pour me some cheap wine, I got livin' on my mind And I'ma for sure shine, y'all n***as know the time Full of street crime, eat, sleep, sh** with the nine Sit back and recline as I burn some good pine [Shorty sh**stain] n***as ain't used to sh** n***as get a little bit of bread they don't know how to act I'ma about to start settin' traps for cats like that A Brooklyn Zu warrior yo holla right back Yo, n***as got the game f**ed up Talkin' 'bout this "Bling, Bling" and all this cars and stuff sh** I'm 'bout to be evicted I'm lookin' for the next thing I could stick quick Buddha give me the gat [Chorus x0.5] [12 O'Clock] Stashbox Mercedes Jeep Got rocks in the Jesus piece, and the teeth, n***a Twenty threes on the MB, the Gucci fleece Von Dutch, pair of jeans and them Puma sneaks See ya "Scrubs" like TLC I'm in the Benz on the BQE burnin' trees listenin' to M.O.P Pounds of weed sown in the seam in the seats Big guns and we yellin' like "f** the Police" Got n***as that's natural born thieves And they tie a n***a up from the bottom of his pants to his sleeves Tell the truth and you better believe Put the barrel to ya head right now n***a, dare you to sneeze [Chorus]