Ma$e - Blood Is Thicker lyrics

[Mase] What what For my family, n***a This for my family, n***a H-World in here (Yeah) All Out in here (Yeah) Bad Boy in here (Yeah) Some n***a's don't never learn Don't never learn, uh You know we used to see eye to eye, now it's just hi and goodbye You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die? I know where you reside right there on the East Side Street wise, I don't just roll alone we ride Loon all smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you J might feel you, Hud wanna k** you Mase wanna let it slide, Stase wanna get you high And walk you in that wrong building Now you at the wrong place, and it's at the wrong time You got a long face cuz now you see this long Nine But whatchu lookin' scared for, n***a? You only in some things you ain't prepared for It ain't that you not my man, but Mase my man more And family is the only thing I stand for Blinky Blink, yo, I know alotta n***a's tell you this, dog But I would die for you n***a [1 - Mase & Harve] Blood is thicker than all this here Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the clothes The money or these hoes Blood is thicker than all this here Cuz anything you love in life You can't take it when you go Blood is thicker than all this here Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the clothes The money or these hoes You know blood is thicker than all this here You heard me, blood is thicker than all this Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this [Mase] I'll be whatever you call this I'm Cash Money like them Hot Boys in New Orleans That thin vest you got on, slugs'll go through all this And burn, so when you see me salute and fall in I'm real and only the real would understand me Got love for my n***a's that's why the chicken's can't stand me Wasn't for your mami I woulda got the grammy But that's what n***a's get goin' against they family Know a boy dealin' with Stase, get dealt with manly Whatchu think the cops could do, come and can me Bell was Plan A, n***a's go wit Plan B and end no where Cuda Love or Cardan, bein what about Dre That's my n***a, going against Stase I clap my n***a When money involved it get solved with automatics You don't mess wit' me, you mess wit' Hud and there you have it [Repeat 1] And truthfully a n***a can't do nuthin' to me On the real you know my n***a B.I.G. used to school me Said never do a show for less than a QT If a n***a get to you, he gon' get through me And if a mugger move wrong I put one in his coffee If a n***a shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me More then less, my mother used to warn me for the best Said Mase, n***a's gon' love you, n***a, long as you fresh Long as you hot, long as you cop Long as you not that n***a who be doin' never come through the block But think about it now Mase, who wouldn't love you alot You take n***a's around the world with girls s**in they co*k But just because a n***a ride witchu, fly witchu, high witchu That don't mean when bullets come he gon' die witchu It be them n***as you be knowing that long You be k**ed, run up the block with your new Rolley on Don't be quick to flip a n***a brick and spend what's on Cuz if they recognize you stole them pots, bring the war Now you could skate now or stick around But don't be afraid to call the name when this all go down You feelin' me now? Cuz if I'm showing you something that you never seen Then you gon' shake when you see this dusty M-16 come off the shelf I know we k** for what but what they brought n***a we came to k** you, got the gun put in sto' And what about the block n***a's, can't get nuthin' in his coat Cuz them the same n***a's we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke So leave them n***as there [Repeat 1] I'm a Harlem World n***a (f** Harlem World) I'm a BK n***a (f** BK) I'm a BX n***a (f** BX) I'm a QB n***a (f** QB) I'm a Long Island n***a (f** Long Island) I'm a Jersey n***a (f** Jersey) I'm a Down South n***a (f** Down South) I'm a up North n***a (f** up North) I'm a West Coast n***a (f** the West Coast, yo) I'm a East Coast n***a (f** East Coast) I'm a Midwest n***a (f** the Midwest) I'm a A-T-L n***a (f** A-T-L) Where all my Bad Boy n***a's (f** Bad Boy) Where all my Ruff Ryder n***a's (f** Ruff Ryder) Where all my Suave House n***a (f** Suave House) Where all my Cash Money n***a (f** Cash Money) Where all my Harlem World n***a's at (f** Harlem World) Where all my Tennesee n***a's at (f** Tennessee) Where all my Chi-town n***a's at (f** Chi-town) Where all my St. Louis n***a's at (f** St. Louis) Where all my B'more n***a's at (f** B'more) Where all my Philly Philly n***a's at (f** Philly, yo) Where all my VA n***a's at (f** VA) Where all my North Cackie n***a's at (f** North Cack) Where all my South Cackie n***a's at (f** South Cack) Where all my LA n***a's at (f** LA, yo) Where all my Texas n***a's at (f** Texas, yo) Where all my Detroit n***a's at (f** Detriot) Where all my Miami n***a's at (f** Miami) Where all my Little Rock n***a's at (f** Little Rock, yo) Yo', I ain't gon' be screamin' all these n***a's names Man, I'm outta here