Blood Lyrics by Goodie Mob Featuring Sleepy Brown

Blood Lyrics

    Lock the doors.....!!!!

    Intro/chorus: cee-lo

    It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
    Helpin the enemy win the game
    If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
    Blood is a terrible thing to waste

    (big gipp)

    In my flip-flops and socks, i walk blocks confused
    Cos my nose ain't right, my sight blind
    Smoke, need somethin from my toke
    More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose
    In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in
    But almost left your bed, yet i said....
    My mind back home, i roam the path in the trees
    I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was
    Something for the ill-minded, even though you're true
    Your feet can't fit in my shoes, i got red in my eyes
    My old man still don't understand why
    The things i do, the way i think
    A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's
    Specialisin in the greenery
    Code name: cardwell, so what's real?
    I still float the sidewalks of abbotsville
    Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean
    Blew dixie hill to get a little more pote'
    And if ya can't find none of the goodie in the veins
    Of the atl, try the wood or the trail

    (cee-lo)

    I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day
    I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way
    Each word that i say may cut you like a knife
    And totally influence and change somebody life
    Who me? i'm 19, and best to have seen
    What i already seen
    Life taught me a lot
    That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot
    Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high
    A liquor store on every corner that you walk by
    I watch my niggas die for no reasons
    In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons
    Them crackers don't give a fuck, then again why should they
    They evil from their head to they toes so how could they
    You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity
    I love you but i ain't gon' let you pray for me
    So if you must shed blood so be it
    The end is comin i can see it
    Yeah, the end is comin i can see it.....
    It's in the blood

    (t-bu)

    Me look at myself and say "damn!"
    I use to rock cascade at night and east bound
    But now i sit back and take a pull
    Take out my pin, i'm ready to get a beer, wet, i ???? ????
    I'm ready to pay my dues, fool
    Why choose to trump me, i never did shit but you label me the outkast
    So even if i was to blast on your punk ass
    It wouldn't change my opinion of a customer
    That i was to serve like a bird over on the south west side
    And this side better be rollin thick
    It's that g-double o-d-i-e m-o-b to infinity ballin
    Huh, and callin da wild, cos i don't smile
    I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?*
    Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool
    You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool
    No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain't told to glorify no glory
    I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle
    So she died lookin for that muscle
    You wonder why i acts how i do, quiet-type
    So i might strike any minute, fool....
    Step into zone 3, see
    South west atlanta up in this motherfucker deep
    Don't sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin
    But i can't hear or see see clear
    Cos we all on the outside, we're pimpin or homicide
    Already so many resting in peace but i can't sleep til i can believe
    I'm ready to die for my cause
    I'm good cos i'm true to my blood

    (khujo)

    I'll blast for my family, don't be mad at me
    Was it because i didn't finish c-o-double l-e-g-e?
    There's only a punk ass army down while you're harassin me
    Stop takin me thru episode after episode
    The reason why i ???? ???? is to keep on punching holes
    In the wall, i had dreams i played ball
    Wit the pros, i pop punts and field goals
    Droppin them fat guv's in the weight room
    Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole
    Now i'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with
    Bays a left at campbelltown plaza, *?foo-ti and c's?* and ol' south
    Oh yeah, i borrow rollerscott tissue when it's sun, and paper
    Completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol' bird
    In the kitchen cookin chitlins
    Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot
    But this morning i had to punch the clock
    Whether it be sittin off in the hills of dixie
    Witta pocket full of rocks that icey
    Creole, you talkin to me? ettering bastard, put it down on paper
    I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers'
    Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt
    Scab a-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts
    That's why i'm stealin your death right now because
    Later on you might leave me hangin
    Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin
    Tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am i
    To tell you to stop, but don't be bringin that nonsense
    In these hills, brass bop benz in my grill
    All the way, confederate man you thought it was fuck ????
    You ladies are real ready, it's janky
    On edge, it's in the kill
    The beast in you divided who? me from him?
    You gotta chance but it's slim, it's slim
    Just walked out the door but yet and still
    You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab
    Broke my community down to its knees
    Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally....
    B-l-o-o-d.....

    Hmm, yeah, uhh

    Outro/chorus: cee-lo

    It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
    You helpin the enemy win the game
    If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
    You're blood is a terrible thing to waste

    It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
    You helpin the enemy win the game
    If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
    You're blood is a terrible thing to waste
    We all blood.....

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