combat Covered in bruises, covered in cuts Turning the page for more blood and guts More blood and guts More blood and guts More blood and guts
ترجمة: ضغط. الدم والشجاعة.
vests LA streets will make your guts leak Chorus: Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots Player no doubt Young killers live for drug wars and
and G Rap yo Motherfucker professionallin with the pros [Kool G Rap] Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes and shots blow all them cowards and
sayin' too much, and that's that 'Cause that cat you embracin' with love Might clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a distance and
on your waist I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene I got a few niggaz with me and they grills
Monsters, villans fo real and cap peelaz Perpetrate ,tough ,and get fucked up quick Whipped like a bitch and shot in the dick Infamous, and your neck
your trachea with hatred and malice And squeeze out the plaque from within Your pre-mortem spasm and tearful exclamations Caused me and my partners to
' and puffin' till I pass out (Ahh) This gangsta shit is for all my youngs who flip birds And hug the block In club they pop cris and twist the bud,
gotta leave that shit alone [shoestring] It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and break Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint
motherfuckers pass the test y'all Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all Shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all Feel it in your guts and
hordes of war ? and blood will come you never see the ? when they get on ? ? for me and the gods and rott rotting high i'm squeezing it i'll eat their guts
, ridin' the slipstream, You can take the fans and the enemies The little girls who squeeze and tease Then pass on their social disease, Go get your penicillin. I know you young and
speaks in the beginning and between each verse} [Cassidy] Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler And I brought two of my niggaz with me and we
jump shot i'm bringin this clean Cause my boy bringin noise like a truck full of fifteens Chorus [Full Blooded] All I gotta do is squeeze the right squeeze
pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe The magnetic flux, in the all black tux' And my back's
