47 Miller Gang - If You Blood Throw It Up lyrics
rate meIf u blood thro it up [x4]
Bz up cz down,cz up side down, bz up uptown,
Bz up downtown, cz down in btown, bz up in btown, only time I say b *down wen nigGaz try b down*, I rep 1 4 red an I rock btown, RB back streets,stand up and breathe now, so if u blood nigga start throwin them cz down, fuck that, the whole hood start throwin them cz down, start throin them b'z up, thro RB up, back streets till u die, start rollin dat weed up, if u need sum trees that's wut got re-up, we got no love for ya ass if u throwin them cz up, see around here them cz don't rock, fuck goin to tha bookin'z, around here the dz git knocked, cz we, Keep them blocks and we pop back cottles, so come to the block an watch a crab git dropped.
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NigGaz b talkin crazy till u hook off man
I stay wid tha shotgun on me, like a football playa That is so gangsta, wen they wid they crew, I swear a folk by himself wen he took off man..
What? What he gon do? What? What he gon do? Nuttin he frontin until we roll up wid them chevy's dumpin, im'a pimp nigga, I take the wife from the husband, if u aint knockin u buggin, n suttins gon be wutchu bumpin uh
Convorsation is all of the suttin, and I think these faggots is the one's to blame, I putta a slug n ya brain , juss to pop ya chain, 5z up, 6 down, bz up in ctown, nigga any folks in this club, they betta leave now, b/c thes homies outside n they holdin them clips round, wen they seein them blue flags, itz gittin clipped down, b/c that's how we do It in blood town
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Yo, Ayo
I got bloods in manhattan like taxi cabs, I don't eat sea food, so fuck them crabs, I got homies on the set that bust crabs, I got homies in muh set that bust at crabs, so, thro ya flags up n rep yo set, I sed, thro ya flags up n rep yo set, uh, 5 wz poppin 6 wz droppin dnt stop squeezin till the dz start knockin, I be da B to da L to da double O D Y, T-A-Z, now yall can all see why, I *got respect in* the hood, cz I stay fly, gangsta to da bone, now let them slugs fly, blood till I die, an I rep that eastside, wishes poppin to muh big homie known as eas-side, if its me put in the heat, you cn take mine, I gotcha back homie, like in the war... its crunch time
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Thanks to risky-man for these lyrics
