Ramirez Blood In Blood Out Lyrics
Blood In Blood Out by RAMIREZ
[Verse]
Wake up in middle of a night with a plot
Running through my mind, is nothing but evil thoughts
2-11 with a motherfucking AK, black strap with a black mast in a fade away
Hit him with a pump fake, then he got takeaway
Hittin' around the corners, he got ops then we getaway
Fifty-one-fifty is what they labeled a nigga, cuz' I be kickin' through the dark and I be happy to pull the trigger
I'm toe taggin', body baggin', up on these hoes
Kicking in your skull, with these motherfuckin' steel toes
Gettin' your body with all these motherfuckin' hollows
Strappin' out my blade, then I had to let the shit go
Aiming at your neck, if you thought to disrespect
Though all my niggas will be toeing on with their motherfuckin' tecs
Lurking out of jungle with a knife and vest
Talking all that shit, I'll have to end your clique
Ride on these bustas, I'm swerving them rounds
All of my niggas, be working them pounds
Moving through the block with a belly precision
Causing to flip them in pain, that these niggas don't be wishin' for
Homicidal maniac kicking through the door, with the motherfucking steel toes, in a four four
Everybody on the floor don't make no sudden movements, first nigga that I see moving Imma shoot him
Wake up in middle of a night with a plot
Running through my mind, is nothing but evil thoughts
2-11 with a motherfucking AK, black strap with a black mast in a fade away
Hit him with a pump fake, then he got takeaway
Hittin' around the corners, he got ops then we getaway
Fifty-one-fifty is what they labeled a nigga, cuz' I be kickin' through the dark and I be happy to pull the trigger
I'm toe taggin', body baggin', up on these hoes
Kicking in your skull, with these motherfuckin' steel toes
Gettin' your body with all these motherfuckin' hollows
Strappin' out my blade, then I had to let the shit go
Aiming at your neck, if you thought to disrespect
Though all my niggas will be toeing on with their motherfuckin' tecs
Lurking out of jungle with a knife and vest
Talking all that shit, I'll have to end your clique
Ride on these bustas, I'm swerving them rounds
All of my niggas, be working them pounds
Moving through the block with a belly precision
Causing to flip them in pain, that these niggas don't be wishin' for
Homicidal maniac kicking through the door, with the motherfucking steel toes, in a four four
Everybody on the floor don't make no sudden movements, first nigga that I see moving Imma shoot him