Blood In Blood Out — Young Buck
feat. Rizin Sun
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
Rizin Sun
No question, I got the code Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload Hit 'em below
Young Buck
His fuckin knees Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?
Rizin Sun
You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there Leavin no clues, like we never even been there
Young Buck
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
Rizin Sun
Lock down the spot Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot
Young Buck
One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not
Chorus: Both 2X
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
Rizin Sun
We did our job, now we on the next mission The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin
Young Buck
No bullshittin, see they don't know just how we livin I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison
Rizin Sun
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride I need the money, I can't wait a long time
Young Buck
Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line Just to get our shine on, now it's our time
Rizin Sun
Believe that, it's our turn Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned
Young Buck
We all must learn, that money is the key to life And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right
Chorus
Young Buck
Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood
Rizin Sun
Life lookin like my momma said it would Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block
Young Buck
My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks
Rizin Sun
Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop? (Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped
Young Buck
Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block
Rizin Sun
Oh it's on now, let's take the back route Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out