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Blood Bank

: Well I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said "

day makin' its way in the dark To a mouth where the feelings start Rush out like the blood from the beating heart The blood from the beating heart The blood

, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank

mouth Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out A cold blooded motherfucker, that

Because these high ranked officials of our city streets Make millions all triggered by electric beeps They dress in diamonds and rope chains They got the blood

take me out, yo, what a upset that'd be And if I fall I fall on cushions, [Incomprehensible] Hittin' niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin

in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed Had a partner

can't take this achin' feelin' This cold heart breakin' feelin' I can't stand this fallin' for you Well I hang my head by the riverside Burst its banks

me rhymin' Don't get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit Twist ya cap back, you got blood