Broadway Barrett - In My Blood lyrics

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True hip hop, it’s in my blood, son

The struggle to hustle, that’s in my blood, son

Brooklyn, New York, that’s in my blood, son

Represent, represent, that’s in my blood, son

Not fair, meet your man ROB

Doing…it’s elementary, I keep word for those who were never heard

Doing this for every block, every curve, every hood

Every set, pull the speakers and the tape deck

If you wanna talk business bring a paycheck

I’m having dreams of green, getting ass from the Philippines

Sipping champagne, lounging in a limousine

Head off the moon roof, …hand on the M16, ready for the jealousy

Wake up in…judges are more than generous handing out these penalties

Street talking to me, telling me that the time is now

Blocks flooded with jacks and stakes but I will not drown

Keep a 45 on my hip for niggas who talk shit

Shots are precise like Larry…for Boston

Three things promised in life, taxes and coffins

A third…rip the mic so very often, I’m lost in the system

Where the cops harass and frisk us

Lock us in cages, label us statistics

Some bitches are more vicious than people without muscles

Sucking your neck through your dick, same lips say they love you

See, the hustle never been cool

But some of us gotta do what we gotta do

Took…and send our kids to a better school

So they can grow up with a better life than you, you, you

True hip hop, it’s in my blood, son

The struggle to hustle, that’s in my blood, son

Brooklyn, New York, that’s in my blood, son

Represent, represent, that’s in my blood, son

Set to shine to make the sun jealous

Hotter than in the summer, got your lot writing me death letters

Draw away, don’t confuse me with them rookies

Or them hammer joes, good Lord, I spit more bars than penitentiary

Respect the hand of God, see this thing right here, we call it destiny

Can’t stop so don’t prevent it ‘cause it’s meant to be

Stay put and no spazz like the…a Kennedy

Big things are on when I stepped on, up and shaking in this night, sleeping with the lights on

…told me to think big, hand them my piss, they thirsty

I’m a hustler’s talk, a gangster’s walk…

So I’m here to bring it back to the basics

38 is food for thought, sport, catch you close, I can taste it

Now in the hood that’s what we call a facelift…

We gonna sip the finest champagne while counting this green

I cannot do sorry, that’s not an option…nothing but power moves, baby

True hip hop, that’s in my blood, son