Well, here we are without a deck of cards. I tried so hard to disregard the questions, dodge the past, and make every moment last You're looking for
blood red sky I'll leave you all alone in the blood red sky Leave you all alone Sky Blood red sky Blood red sky Blood red sky (Violin solo) Stained
' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm
What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies No cries for the punk, he got trunked and bombed Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm I drink blood
don't know why they keep playin they better re-plan im giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland (blues singer) together we stand and fall on y'all ballin' with my bloods
up, aight? I can handle him Now he's bigger than me, taller than me And he's older than me and stronger than me And his arm's a little bit longer than
girl, Can this be so Girl have we drifted so far that we can?t even talk no more.] [-Estelle] Uh huh, listen yo We can?t talk no more blood ?Cause you never ever really understood blood
lot of places, seen a lot of faces Ah hell I even fucked with different races A white dude his name was John He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
, love kills, love kills Sid never meant any harm, he shot some dope into his arm All he wanted was some fun, now she's lying in a pool of blood Always
and get the cash, Quick to mash, nigga be lettin em' slip and pass, number one is up for grabs, Im'a be the victor man, strong arm, take the shit man
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood
this, like that, like that Like this, like this, like that, like that, like that Who run these streets? Love thug beats? Ruff spoken, guns speak, blood
back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo Aiyo, stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods
Here to kill you p-ssy's, don't ask what we came for I write til my right arm vein's sore Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war You hear that Yaowa
hit, I'ma make another one Blink a 182 times When you see the Twista with Travis, madness Kinda like a savage, grab it And murder with the art like blood
nine Guess who's the odd man out, I guess we got somethin' in common I'm just a little more calm when I'm about to split your arm in Put a hole so big
's hard to tell the difference But we, as entertainers, have a responsibility To these kids, psyche If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
