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lirik lagu blood life – lil’ hawk (bloods)

* hey you remember that talk we had about, bloods and crips, man?
* yeah
* well uh, that n*gga’s a blood!

n*gga, it’s only one lil’ hawksta, don’t ever get it twisted, can’t none o’ these n*ggas f*ck with me on the mic, n*gga, i said and i did that, i ain’t takin’ it back, n*gga, f*ck every last one of these n*ggas, on westside and the eastside, i’mma get it down, n*gga, 104th street, bottoms up, mafia raised, mafia made, come get it, n*gga, i’m right here, right now

verse 1:

you can tell from the beat that i’m a westside n*gga
f*ck that broke sh*t, it’s time for me to count some figures
get in my way, and that’s the price you don’t wanna pay
if the money at the top, then i’m almost my way
i’m a crenshaw boulevard n*gga, i don’t trap the game
red then you dead, i’mma let yo’ ass have it
on these b*tch*made bustas, tryna hate on the m
but when it brack, they get smacked time and time again
to k!ll at war, you gotta k!ll them n*ggas that’s trippin’
catch you slippin’ with they pants down, yo’ ass will be hit
never let up off they ass, gas, pedal to the metal
this sh*t is on a whole ‘nother level
here i come, i’m stupid, in other words dumb
you wanna play, it’s all day where i’m from
i just asked one thang on the gang
keep the ones out the mix when you hear my sh*t go bang, bang!

chorus:
i live that life, that mothaf*ckin’ blood life x8

verse 2:

it’s time to take these n*ggas’ eyes out in they skully
we ain’t buddies and friends, i’mma leave ’em bl**dy
if you askin’ for beef then you should’ve did it
but you done it, so now yo’ ass about to get it
don’t try to run, n*gga, you ain’t gotta f*ckin’ wit’ it
just take your life to mean it, and expect the k!ll
these n*ggas shakin’ like a rusty*ass minibike
before he know, i’m ’bout to show ’em what the city like
now he sh*ttin’ on himself, bad case of bubbies
but i ain’t even mad at him, he just know wassup*y
you n*ggas thought it was pretty, in the bity
let me tell you right now, that it’s not, fo’ really
it’s all death in the air, it ain’t no love
f*ck that middle man sh*t, straight to the plug
and for my b*tch lemme die right now on the spot
’cause that’s what i’m not, b*tch, then you gettin’ c*cked

chorus:

i live that life, that mothaf*ckin’ blood life x8

verse 3:
i keep it strapped for these n*ggas that be thinkin’ they sl!ck
show my d*ck upon these b*tches everytime that i hit
have me show to get around through some hood to hood
catch that sh*t, you out the game and then that ain’t good
it’s like them n*ggas put it lucky, you ain’t got the blam
you just hopin’ that them things don’t c*ck out the hammer
i know this little thick b*tch, from the weezy era
and tonight she gon’ hit me with some country grammar
you know first thang first, if you out your purse
that’s the name of the game, the money is first
that’s prestigious, i’m just goin’ by the books
i ain’t to trip, i ain’t goin’ by the looks
just f*ck, know i’m back, on the grind again
get these n*ggas for they paper, that’s the mind i’m in
got some time it is, the community service
scot*free, on the b, then i’m doin’ these murdas!

outro:

n*gga, this woop gang

- lil hawk bloods

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