Yukmouth - It's In My Blood, Part 2 lyrics

*(DMG)* Yeah. Make sure that sh** be playin real loud. (Me and Yuk you know.) Verse 1 *(DMG)* Uh now once again me and my n***a It's In My Blood we straight k**as I be the D and to the M an the M and to the G comin from the M-P-L-S, S-T-P all say it wit me St. Paulin southside n***as forever ballin lead you to the circle, meet n***as wit purple eyes can't forget my n***as who live on the north side Could you club what? G-D's throw up yo fins n***a it's all mighty now what it is, it's part two n***a it's brand new (brand new) juss fo' you Now where you from n***a? I'm from the Mid-West Who want some n***a? I leave yo sh** wet Now is it you n***a? You got the balls? Well bring it on n***a, I k**s ‘em all I thought you knew n***a Oh you ain't hear the first? It's In My Blood n***a but now it's way worse It's In My Blood. (It's In My mutha f**in Blood! n***a!) Chorus *(Yukmouth)* It's In My Blood smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds and f**in wit these thugs n***a It's In My Blood you wonder why us n***as be hustalas and out there sellin d** n***a It's In My Blood that drug money, stuff that sh** up under the rug and make them cops bug n***a It's In My Blood n***as like me turn n***as like you into hustalas f**in wit thugs, f**in wit us! Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Regime life sh** trife n***a slangin China white at night get light n***a 2 point 2 pounds of white my sh** tight n***a What yo grip like? Ship like a half a million when I'm f**in wit mics bustin on mics wit 5 mics to back it kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my n***a D flip it backwards Regime k**as n***a the captain the king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves you n***as still jackin that's why I'm livin ill, steel packin dive on top of n***as and feel like Action Jackson, wit my 9 mill blastin a real a**a**in, juss invite me to your mansion homie I bet a n***a'll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money pandamony see my fam is hungry eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they a** in San Antoni cuz n***as bologney like Oscar Myers Mobb attire makin cops retire the way I, hurdle over barber wire fence this I pimp sh** relentless the Guiness Book World Record holder, for f**in over the most b**hes Regime sh**, the thug preachable individual-ly, put n***as faces up on the obituals I was taught to get the doe It's In My Blood since I was crawlin on the rug and pops was in the kitchen rockin up d** Yes sir! Back then, I knew who I was, a thug and still a thug until they make me feel the slugs n***a It's In My Blood! *(Chorus)* 2x