Well, here we are without a deck of cards. I tried so hard to disregard the questions, dodge the past, and make every moment last You're looking for
like they're filming Twilight in this bitch [Verse 3: Earl] I'm back on my sixty six six shit Flowing like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
s all gravy Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady Emeralds
then you die this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse Clip hangin' out the side of my parka now My eyes blood shot red
and I'm striking like a viper Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion
I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood
heat Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and
on Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car [Verse 3] Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie They blood shot red, its
19 five, what we pay Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up Gettin fed thru his arm
: To Live, Do you want to... Live!? Do you wanna live? Do you wanna live? Do you want to live? I know this girl with a needle in her arm The red
Flatlined in an ambulance Without a pulse to feel [CHORUS] Hey blood brother, you're one of our own You're as sharp as a razor And as hard as a stone Hey blood
because I choose you I lose it everytime Just to hear some of your baby talk Rosy's on my chest I got Suzy, Suzy's on my arm now Ride all around the
over ?run em baka? They quick to go pop But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop We do it from the heart like blood Create rhymes like
were ever here at all? Well summer's gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again, no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood
for I have sinned, stains of blood within my being but I don't feel the stain of the blade, 'cos she deserved, Lord she deserved, to die in blood, squirm
That your arm is not too short to rescue And deliver me Take my hand and lead me out and through Through the waters of the Red Sea through the blood
the progeny of your policy is not tranquility but the will to break free swallow your authority give a bullet, drink some blood take a bullet, spill some blood
can shoot and you can kick but together weill stick Through thick and thin not stick or stone Can break the bond that has here grown Arm and Arm We Fight
