Wu-blood Kin Lyrics - La The Darkman

Young Gods when you shout them guns you kill sons 

Can't get into the pen for murder one 

I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit 

Killed now son of being hit by a bullet 

Yo, the garden of redemption, half of my clan is fenced in 

For being lynch men, never listening 

Like Sonny Listen on Riker's pisten, 25 was no surprise 

He shot 3 niggas left one paralyzed 

With bloody palms, them niggas tried and raped his moms 

Start shooting at his chest 

Shells went to his charms on Saint Nicks, call that branch 

The weed spot kid, 2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid 

He mailed the cleaves to an island off the Florida Keys 

Bent out, Dunn had a 3 story penthouse 

450 C on SouthPeak 

Young fakes made the move on the New York street 

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Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga bury 

Check the sub though, heat key Joe Colombo 

Got a kid welled out in Florida on the low 

Pushin' a Benz-O, sips O-O and mo' 

He selled his smoke out the store, Boe kicked in the door 

Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table 

My Dunn escaped out with guns stable 

Of course, he fucked up sniffing white whores 

The German's in his laboratory with the task force 

Bring it too hot we self cock the full five 

First sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye 

He screamed, the rest of his police team 

Got ripped to death like a 88 jeans 

Young Gods when you shout them guns you kill sons 

Can't get into the pen for murder one 

I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit 

Killed now son of being hit by a bullet 

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Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool 

Keep your cool feds be knocking on the door soon 

Said they heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom 

You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed Wake Water do 'em on him 

Jet skied on 'em then flew around corner on 'em 

4 o'clock in the morning, I threw the ski mask on 'em 

My little man's on the corner when I plant it on 'em 

357 slug nosing on 'em 

Some bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em 

Some bitches problem still be holding 

20, 25 years on 'em they growing 

Now back with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it 

12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it and niggas don't want it 

Young Gods when you shout them guns you kill sons 

Can't get into the pen for murder one 

I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit 

Killed now son of being hit by a bullet 

Young Gods when you shout them guns you kill sons 

Can't get into the pen for murder one 

I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit 

Killed now son of being hit by a bullet