Blood In Blood Out Lyrics - T.i.p. - Young Buck

Dis for all dem niggaz out dere jackin 

This how we gon' put it down 

Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th 

3rd Avenue, my block 

Nigga, murder murder mayne 

I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask 

From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast 

No question, I got the code 

Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload 

Hit 'em below 

His fuckin knees 

Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's 

A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me? 

You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there 

Leavin no clues, like we never even been there 

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Life ain't fair, but fuck it it's a new year 

I'm grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa 

We almost thay-urr 

Lock down the spot 

Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot 

One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot 

Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not 

It's blood in - blood out - and you know what I'm about 

I'm ridin high - nigga I'm ridin high 

So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big 

Cause I'm clearin the block - oh I'm clearin the block 

We did our job, now we on the next mission 

The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin 

No bullshittin, see they don't know just how we livin 

I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison 

Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride 

I need the money, I can't wait a long time 

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Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line 

Just to get our shine on, now it's our time 

Believe that, it's our turn 

Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned 

We all must learn, that money is the key to life 

And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right 

w/ minor variations 

Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love 

Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood 

Life lookin like my momma said it would 

Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block 

My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops 

From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks 

Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop? 

(Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped 

Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot 

Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block 

Oh it's on now, let's take the back route 

Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out 

Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up 

Nuttin but gangsta niggaz - be clearin the block 

Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck