Yeah. Make sure that shit be playin real loud. (Me and Yuk you know.)
Verse 1 *(DMG)*
Uh now once again me and my nigga It's In My Blood we straight killas 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 niggas forever ballin lead you to the circle, meet niggas wit purple eyes can't forget my niggas who live on the north side Could you club what? G-D's throw up yo fins nigga it's all mighty now what it is, it's part two nigga it's brand new (brand new) juss fo' you Now where you from nigga? I'm from the Mid-West Who want some nigga? I leave yo shit wet Now is it you nigga? You got the balls? Well bring it on nigga, I kills ‘em all I thought you knew nigga Oh you ain't hear the first? It's In My Blood nigga but now it's way worse It's In My Blood.
(It's In My mutha fuckin Blood! Nigga!)
Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
It's In My Blood smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds and fuckin wit these thugs nigga It's In My Blood you wonder why us niggas be hustalas and out there sellin drugs nigga It's In My Blood that drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug and make them cops bug nigga It's In My Blood niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustalas fuckin wit thugs, fuckin wit us!
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Regime life shit trife nigga slangin China white at night get light nigga 2 point 2 pounds of white my shit tight nigga What yo grip like? Ship like a half a million when I'm fuckin wit mics bustin on mics wit 5 mics to back it kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my nigga D flip it backwards Regime killas nigga the captain the king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves you niggas still jackin that's why I'm livin ill, steel packin dive on top of niggas and feel like Action Jackson, wit my 9 mill blastin a real assassin, juss invite me to your mansion homie I bet a nigga'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 ass in San Antoni cuz niggas bologney like Oscar Myers Mobb attire makin cops retire the way I, hurdle over barber wire fence this I pimp shit relentless the Guiness Book World Record holder, for fuckin over the most bitches Regime shit, the thug preachable individual-ly, put niggas 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 drugs Yes sir! Back then, I knew who I was, a thug and still a thug until they make me feel the slugs nigga It's In My Blood!
*(Chorus)* 2x
Compositores: Jerold D Ellis Jr, Michael G Dean, Harold Armstrong ECAD: Obra #13186189