Tiger Blood (feat. Uncle Murda)
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Tiger Blood (feat. Uncle Murda)
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From brownsville to southside jamiaca queens
Luck what's good nigga
Top fyfe
Yea
Punky bags of the hash, stashbox hold the heat
I light 4 up and randall puts on a beat
Is this money good green or bad venom
Fans love michael vick when his ass winning
I'm everything you hate lord please repent em
Semi auto and a nice damn full extension
And I'm found of them hood rats
I hit the bail bondsman my lil niggas worth that
A.a 12 break your arm tryna twerk that
6 feet deep tuck you in for a dirt nap
My dumb dumb arsenal I'l rip of parts of you
British millitary bullets blow all in you
It's hot, sunny days with the skekan
Ak bullets in a handgun a man down son
4 5th il leave ya man down
Man up
Play around till your man down
Stand up
Shoot that nigga I don't care who in the car with em
Real nigga shit I don't care if his moms with em
They think they got me, I'm laughin at the d.a
My man taking all the murder charges like rebay
He told me just make sure his moms and his seed good
Nigga as long as I'm straight they gon be good
Corporate niggaz don't understand shit like that
My street niggaz love when I write shit like that
My fully loaded calico put niggaz in they place
When I check niggaz I be puttin bullets in they face
Yea it's black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow tape
The crime scene gettin investigated by the jake
We don't tell on ourselves to save the first 48
Officer wheres my lawyer get the fuck out my face
I'm a real nigga nigga I don't know how to be fake
I go harder than b howard when I'm in the paint
Brooklyn
I just started son I bein in the loop
No college still bangin with duke, ya get me
Come on let's bang off the roof, ya with it
That was our childish days
Brownsville born to child my rage
Who grow up and found fouler ways
No father figures, I'm 13 and I'm jumpin outta cars with niggaz
Champion hoody no jokin like nigga what's goodie
Some niggaz use ta see me and boogie
Fast forward son they still do
I ain't a use to get busy nigga I still do
Them other niggas just bark niggaz I will chew
And let a nigga just rot there, mildew
I keep the smiths around me, nigga like will do
Blank blank period nigga I kill you
Kill you
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