off this bitch (yeah) Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst And still make a mil' off the first of months These dudes be the first to front 'Til they family and
see that shit) Now fictional plots speak out through gunshots Battles won and lost at the of heaven's throne The sky rains blood drowning the earth with red mud
Yo my own blood Dragged through the mud Perished in my heart still cherished and loved Stripped of our pride, everything we lived for Families cried
probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch So a nigga just can't fuck me Nigga better have me cash or I kill his whole family When the
you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your
Yeah, you the next to get dropped, I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop, pop Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling
Now are locked with the rats in a dingy old dungeon Take this young father of two Signing on and the government Says that his family are spongers He
it to the paradise) (Take it to the paradise) Brothers got to stick together here Fight with one, you fight with three The family blood is thick as mud
a few die Some fell straight down others handglide But none of them survive the rising of the tide Drown in they own blood Like pigs in the mud Insert
get fitted for troop boots While business suits shoot hoops eatin fruit loops Yo I don't understand the government plan Goin on holy land, killin a family
for drugs get waxed for the love 20 niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only getting up, splitting up yo anatomy Official Lox family, grants
it loud There's no forms or no applications There's no red tape administrations It's the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association We're all one big family
to spark flow Your bark so harsh but parts gon' make you heart blow Blood and don't be buzzin' me, cuzzin' me, buggin' me 'Bout dubs, I'll be mud till
in a gunfight Lord forgive me, if I gotta I'm a die tonight With my thugs, no love pullin them triggers Till I see blood face down in the mud with slugs
won't stay apart A little California voodoo Care of Hatfield and his brother Now the horses won't race where the down's turned to mud Streams and rivers
trained me And all in me, is what my brothers gave me And all you see is just another young thug But please let my baby-boy play in the mud Rain or sun
near But I feel my fear I'm standing at the edge of another precipice in life Gotta face my steppenwolf Gotta drag you through the mud When I get there