Letras de In Blood

Hey, man
1017 Records
Watch your gang

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Chillin′ in the six, nigga, that's where my hood is
Red soldier red, same color as your blood is

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Red 74, same color as a Cardinal
Not only the fuzz with that, but, nigga, I′m a soldier

Red grill, red beetle, red laces, black sneakers
Two steps for the reefer, reefer, call my bitch a getter, getter
I done got the stripes like the stripes on the Adidas
Get the bricks from my amigos, but man, it's from party people
Party people!, told it like it legal
Send it close, send it eagle, could kill about 40 people
You gotta love a game, nigga, I ain't that sad
Gotta wrap it up on micros, with my red rag

Shawty, damn, cooperate, ran him out the trap
Now the man with the muff, now he break up in his lap
With his fuckin′ hella tats, it was a ruthless attack
Drug-related, gang-related, it was not investigated
Operation Bitch Crack, hit him with the llama
Chopper caught him slippin′, now he'll never see his mama
So I′ma beat, one kill and only make the trap slow
Try me then, blood in the blood, I gone pour

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Chillin' in the six, nigga, that′s where my hood is
Red soldier red, same color as your blood is

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Red 74, same color as a Cardinal
Not only the fuzz with that, but, nigga, I'm a soldier

East Atlanta star on her, ran her from the bounty hunter
Summer block burner, nigga, I′m a fuckin' heavy armor
Treasure all, don't measure all, extortion all, and pills all
I load up on the stones, man, I hit your block and wet it up
My niggas like hyenas, we be laughin′ when we serious
Have you bleakin′ blood like your slut bitch on her period
I'm furious, you curious, it′s really not no cure for this
I pushed her with your partner, 'cause I didn′t wanna shoot the bitch

I paralyze your homeboy for fuckin' with my homeboy
My boy is my rhyme, bitch, you hear that fuckin′ chopper sound
When that bucket hit the cut, I make everybody talk
So I'm still layin' down, so I′m still gettin′ up
Say my partner murk your folks, and it really ain't my business
But in no conviction, it ain′t no witness
Bitches, bitches, niggas on my hit list
A bang for the shit, and a two for the damn piss

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Chillin' in the six, nigga, that′s where my hood is
Red soldier red, same color as your blood is

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Red 74, same color as a Cardinal
Not only the fuzz with that, but, nigga, I'm a soldier

Bust with the AR, I bust with the AK
You′re fuckin' with Gucci, you gon' have a bad day
They say I′m a bad guy, they say I′m a mad guy
I take it like this, and I get on my bad side
I stay on that street shit, in love with this bleep shit
My diamonds' ocean blue, so they might get to see sick
I fuck with the Glock 40, sign up to a gang, shot it
Plus, when I aim, I aim for the upper body

I ain′t with that ho shit, I'm smokin′ that dro' shit
You come with some more shit, you gon′ get your throat slit
Yeah, this is that G shit, I call it a classic
I have my nigga torn, put your ass in a casket
And that, that was real talk, you best have a fast walk
Or else your bitch ass might get lined in the white chalk
Fuck what you think, nigga, fuck what you thought, nigga
I wipe your jaw, and your ass can't talk, nigga

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Chillin' in the six, nigga, that′s where my hood is
Red soldier red, same color as your blood is

Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Blood in (blood in), blood out (blood out)
Red 74, same color as a Cardinal
Not only the fuzz with that, but, nigga, I′m a soldier

What's up nigga world?
One Dollar
Ballin′ with guns, O.J
My nigga Yung Capone
And most importantly, the man behind the beats, Zaythoven
Nigga, this shit is fuckin' real, nigga
Appreciate the love
And as I said, 2007 and beyond
The saga continues
Dutton loves you, gang (Gucci gang), we out