La The Darkman - Wu-Blood Kin lyrics

Chorus: Ghostface

Young Gods when you killed them guns you kill sons

Can't get into the pen for murder one

I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit

Killed now son of being hit by a bullet

Verse 1: LA

The garden of redemption

Half of my clan is fenced in

For being lynchmen, never listening

Like Sonny Listen

On Riker's pisten

25 was no surprise

He shot 3 niggas left one paralysed

With bloody palms,

Them niggas tried and raped his moms

Start shooting at his chest

Shells went to his charms on Saint Nicks

Call that branch the weed spot kid

2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid

He mailed the cleves to an island off the Florida Keys

Bent out, dunn had a 3 story penthouse

450 C on SouthPeak

Young fakes made the move on the New York street

Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga bury

Check the sub though, heat key Joe Colombo

Got a kid welled out in Florida on the low

Pushin' a Benz-O, sips O-O and mo'

He selled his smoke out the store

Boe kicked in the door

Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the table

My dunn escaped out with guns stable

Of course, he fucked up sniffing white whores

The German's in his laboratory with the task force

Bring it too hot we self cock the full five

First sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye

He screamed,

The rest of his police team

Got ripped to death like a 88 jeans

Chorus (starts at end of 2nd last line of verse1)

Verse 2: 12 O'Clock

Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool

Keep your cool feds be knocking on the door soon

Said they heard about that cat you murdered the boom boom

You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed Wake Water do 'em on him

Jet skiied on 'em then flew around corner on 'em

4 o'clock in the morning I threw the ski mask on 'em

My little man's on the corner when I plant it on 'em

357 slug nosing on 'em

Some bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em

Some bitches problem still be holding

20, 25 years on 'em they growing

Now back with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it

12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it

And niggas don't want it

Chorus (till fade)