Tragedy Khadafi - Blood Type lyrics

(Intro) All my n***as out there Let me tell y'all n***as one thing As we move into this motherf**in future sh** is gonna get realer, sh** is gonna get realer man All my n***as out there Keep your mind on your paper, baby And watch these motherf**in' hoes Cause these hoes is b**hes And n***as is b**hes too And you can't trust 'em So I ask my n***as... Yo Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed My light speed, that's why we all smoke weed Thug mind be inside of the livest n***as Art of War was designed by the wisest k**as Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit Took my hooks like you wrote that sh** (Foul b**h) Tell them n***as how You rock my j**els, rock my clothes Yo I aim red dot when I spot my foe Taught you how to spit taught you how to breathe on beats If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street f**in' up packs n***as comin at cha wit gat Same n***a at the show you got watchin ya back We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat Say my name if you want more beef ... I don't a**ociate wit n***as who switch Fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch Yo my Glock kick, ready to spit Foul sh** Puttin' bulletholes all in your clique Who you wit? All my n***as live the thug life I can't f** wit n***as if they ain't my blood type If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might Before you bring a n***a in, know his bloodtype All my n***as live the thug life I can't f** wit n***as if they ain't my blood type If I don't get you with the knife, then the slug might Before you bring a n***a in, know his bloodtype What's your blood type? Yo Yo Allah -hua Blaze y'all with nine ruger ?Capital?, stay tuned, I'll be back soon Mahdi, 2-5-to Munafiqun When the gra** low, all them snakes'll show Like them n***as in your team that's starvin' the blow Like a sweet thug on OZ, HBO f**in' wit any clique that's ready to blow Hot night, catch you backstage, stop the show Tie you up in the back of the row They know Tie you up in the back of the row And you know Yo, father rule Blood in, Piru I represent 2-5-to, with God-You Time zone, born alone, die alone Yo I blaze any n***a wit chrome in my zone Be the blind justice Automatic gat never trust it Only revolvers, climax when I bus' it A-alike mean one and the same True hustlers - WHAT? - we understandin' the game 2-5 be my set so what set you claim My n***as bleed through similar veins We like blood type one and the same We like blood type one and the same All my n***as live the thug life I can't f** wit n***as if they ain't my blood type If I don't get you wit the knife then the slug might Before you bring a n***a in know his blood type All my n***as live the thug life I can't f** wit n***as if they ain't my blood type If I don't get you wit the knife then the slug might Before you bring a n***a in know his blood type What's your blood type? Yo a-alike, that mean true to the game West coast thugs, my n***as like one and the same Just like east coast, yo we one and the same n***as bleed through similar vein We like blood type, one and the same We like blood type, one and the same Tell them n***as who the father to your style is Yo you started off winnin' the race, but lost mileage Formula's crime science Bow down to something far greater Mahdi, royally your highness Queen's finest Buck your all-star lineup My Artie Clay tear your spine up Get my shine up Artie Clay tear your spine up And get my shine up Yo, yo, d**h before dishonor Y'all n***as smoke too much marijuana Thinkin' you could be me, take my persona...(trails off)