Issue No 142 In My Blood Lyrics
In My Blood by Issue No. 142
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
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