Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You and Fuck Society too. (twice) My kind, My kind, My kind belongs nowhere. (twice)
Traducció: Blood For Blood. Darrera anomenada Fuck You.
Fuck You!!!
just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you
-good blood sucker Fat motherfucker, now looks who's in trouble As you run through my jungle all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for
gunning And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming Homiciders Blood letters Money getters Ballin' rag Rolls riders The last thing I heard you say you
, let's all flip together 'Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call 'em S-A's, I call 'em allies
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you
, blow a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes So, what the fuck you suppose happened? For calling me out, fuck rapping We gun clapping
of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow You bought the shit
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes Last Train
your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tipsy in ch-chest Call for blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on
put my whole on display, to my dismay stop it, you carry-in on without logic let me tell you this about Joe I only say you what I want you to hear you
spendin' money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies 'Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old and you gettin' shitted on
slugs up in to them domes, so go on You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda You're runnin
. Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches, Orajel for the numbness. Then I hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs, nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for
pussy is tryin to sue Bitch, you knowin what the outcome was Fuck with one fuck with all, we were bound by blood Not the blood of the gang but the blood
pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all that shit Every chance you get you trying to call that
