Blood In Blood Out

(feat. Rizin Sun)

Young Buck
Dis for all dem out dere jackin
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta from J.C. center court 12th
3rd Avenue, my block
nigg*, murder murder mayne

I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast

Rizin Sun
No question, I got the code
Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload
Hit 'em below

Young Buck
His fkin knees
Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
A nigg* gotta eat, ya heard me?

Rizin Sun
You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there
Leavin no clues, like we never even been there

Young Buck
Life ain't fair, but fk it it's a new year
I'm grabbin my strap, c*ckin it back, and boo-yaa
We almost thay-urr

Rizin Sun
Lock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot

Young Buck
One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot
Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not

Chorus: both 2X
It's blood in - blood out - and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin high - nigg* I'm ridin high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big
Cause I'm clearin the block - oh I'm clearin the block

Rizin Sun
We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin

Young Buck
No bulls**ttin, see they don't know just how we livin
I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison

Rizin Sun
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
I need the money, I can't wait a long time

Young Buck
Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time

Rizin Sun
Believe that, it's our turn
Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned

Young Buck
We all must learn, that money is the key to life
And gon' die if we ain't eatin right

Chorus w/ minor variations

Young Buck
Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love
snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood

Rizin Sun
Life lookin like my momma said it would
Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block

Young Buck
My they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks

Rizin Sun
Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop?
(Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped

Young Buck
fk 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block

Rizin Sun
Oh it's on now, let's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out

Chorus

RS Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
YB Nuttin but gangsta - be clearin the block
RS Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck