DMG - It's In My Blood Part II lyrics

*(DMG)* Yeah Make sure that sh** be playin real loud (Me and Yuk you know.) Verse 1 *(DMG)* Uh Now once again Me and my n***a It's In My Blood We straight k**as I be the D and to the M an the M and to the G Comin from the M-P-L-S, S-T-P All say it wit me St. Paulin Southside n***as Forever ballin Lead you to the circle, meet n***as wit purple eyes Can't forget my n***as who live on the north side Could you club what? G-D's Throw up yo fins n***a It's all mighty Now what it is, it's part two n***a It's brand new (brand new) Juss fo' you Now where you from n***a? I'm from the Mid-West Who want some n***a? I leave yo sh** wet Now is it you n***a? You got the balls? Well bring it on n***a, I k**s 'em all I thought you knew n***a Oh you ain't hear the first? It's In My Blood n***a But now it's way worse It's In My Blood (It's In My mutha f**in Blood! n***a!) Chorus *(Yukmouth)* It's In My Blood Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds And f**in wit these thugs n***a It's In My Blood You wonder why us n***as be hustalas And out there sellin d** n***a It's In My Blood That drug money, stuff that sh** up under the rug And make them cops bug n***a It's In My Blood n***as like me turn n***as like you into hustalas f**in wit thugs, f**in wit us! Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Regime life sh** trife n***a Slangin China white at night Get light n***a 2 point 2 pounds of white My sh** tight n***a What yo grip like? Ship like a half a million when I'm f**in wit mics Bustin on mics Wit 5 mics to back it Kick the acrofacts on the cracks while my n***a D flip it backwards Regime k**as n***a The captain The king of crack and still rappin, bubble up makin moves You n***as still jackin That's why I'm livin ill, steel packin Dive on top of n***as and feel like Action Jackson, wit my 9 mill Blastin A real a**a**in, juss invite me to your mansion homie I bet a n***a'll come back that same night as a mask man demandin money Pandamony See my fam is hungry Eat a can of phony emcees, then dump they a** in San Antoni Cuz n***as bologney like Oscar Myers Mobb attire Makin cops retire the way I, hurdle over barber wire Fence this I pimp sh** Relentless The Guiness Book World Record holder, for f**in over the most b**hes Regime sh**, the thug preachable Individual-ly, put n***as faces up on the obituals I was taught to get the doe It's In My Blood since I was crawlin on the rug And pops was in the kitchen rockin up d** Yes sir! Back then, I knew who I was, a thug And still a thug until they make me feel the slugs n***a It's In My Blood! *(Chorus)* 2x