In My Blood

Verse 1:
DMG
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the hood
nigg*,
I gives a fk (I gives a fk)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these
And till I die I gon remain with these
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some s**t about some blacks
nigg*, this been your as* back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields nigg*
These will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigg*
This a Glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up nigg*?
These sirenes start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B-O-M-B-?
nigg*

Chorus
Yukmouth
It's In My Blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And fkin wit these thugs, nigg*
That's In My Blood
You wonder why us be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigg*
That's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that s**t up under the rug
And make that nigg* bug, nigg*
It's In My Blood
like me turn like you into hustelers
fkin wit us, fkin wit us!

Verse 2:
Yukmouth
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when s**t was crackin'
pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage s**t
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
stuffin' that s**t up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we love money
I'm a nigg*, he's a nigg*,
would you like to be a nigg* too
Makin' big scrilla like these do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So fk these rhymes
Let me stick my d*ck in your ear,
and fk with your mind
nigg*

Chorus

Verse 3:
Big Mike
betray themselves as low key,
broken down and fabricated
Easily , table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bulls**t is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothin' nice
know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
girls lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush,
bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
nigg* for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to s**t and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the s**t that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood

Chorus x2