In My Blood Lyrics - My Homies - Scarface

You wonder why, 

I hang with these thugs 

Whut, 

I'm from the hood 

Nigga, 

I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) 

It's in my blood 

Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas 

And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas 

St. Paul in 

The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin' 

I put it down yes 

Now Chris Rock were you at 

I heard you say some shit about some blacks 

Nigga, this been your ass back 

Come see the real deal 

Stay in the fields Nigga 

These Niggas will kill 

This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga 

This a Glock, pah, pah, 

It's death on your block 

Knock, knock 

Whut's up Nigga? 

These sirenes start singing 

It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin' 

It's stinkin', freakin' 

Bowlin' on the weekend 

Creepin, seekin' 

Me, till the currency 

Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks 

I'm dubble parked for the train 

Even your moms know my name 

I be the D into the M and the M into the G 

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And I bring the B-O-M-B-? 

Nigga 

It's In My Blood 

Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds 

And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga 

That's In My Blood 

You wonder why us niggas be hustelers 

And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga 

That's In My Blood 

That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug 

And make that Nigga bug, Nigga 

It's In My Blood 

Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers 

Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us! 

Photos 

It's in my veins 

Like a chain-reaction 

How it all happened 

Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's 

Back in the day when shit was crackin' 

Niggas pay 38 for a package 

Tightly rappin' 

For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added 

That's where the A-raps headin' 

Even when I sleep they in cavage 

Lavage shit 

Do automatics with scopes under my mattress 

With the dope and the drugmoney, 

stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney 

Thug hungry 

Takin' drugs only cause we love money 

I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga, 

would you like to be a Nigga too 

Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do 

You probably be a drugdealer too 

Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue 

Listen for clues 

In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake 

It takes 

28 grams 

Multiplied by 36 zips to make 

A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake 

A hundred grams on the triple beam flake 

2.2 pounds to be straight 

My Niggas just flew in from GA 

Ready to buy 4 kilos 

Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio 

So fuck these rhymes 

Let me stick my dick in your ear, 

and fuck with your mind 

Nigga 

Niggas betray themselves as low key, 

broken down and fabricated 

Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded 

Ain't no wars cause they made it 

That type of bullshit is outdated 

But I played it like I laid it 

My partners have always said that 

It was set me up 

For life 

Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was 

Nothin' nice 

Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers 

Governors from strugglers 

Bitches lovin' us 

Blindly chasin' that life we lust 

I blush, 

bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams 

Goin' down and roll fast 

Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen 

Fried of me, huh 

Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see 

But part not I was blind to the point, 

not even I could see, or that I could be 

Obviously 

I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery 

Hit me with the type of mystery 

Lay it down like history 

With the intend of be myself and I 

Street desire, easila 

Piece of mind, I was least to find 

Some sassiness 

Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist 

Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly 

And I was discontent 

With the shit that life once sent 

Government depend, now most of my time is spent 

Escapin' what I love 

It's in my blood 

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